The night train, like a python bearing a glossy coat, cuts through cities and villages, mostly traveling in darkness.
In the dark night, you can barely make out the irregular mountain ranges outside. Occasionally, you can see a light hanging high in a distant village, propping up a small patch of brightness in the boundless darkness.
"Yan Xiaofei, don't you think that in such endless darkness, those dim lights are particularly comforting? They guide travelers home, telling wanderers that their families are still waiting for their return..." Miss Xu Xiaoyan is leaning against the train window, blocking the interior light with her hand to look outside. As she gazes out, she muses poetically.
There are not many people on the train. Xu Xiaoyan and Yan Fei have taken up a four-seater space. Yan Fei sits across from her, listening as she energetically comments on the passing view.
