In Shen Xiaohui's anticipation, the train finally pulled slowly into the terminal—Capital City Station.
As he stepped onto the platform, Shen Xiaohui almost burst into tears, "Finally, we've arrived."
Seeing Shen Xiaohui's excitement, Shen Jie remained silent. It was better not to stir up someone's emotions.
"We'll talk about what comes next later." Right now, Shen Xiaohui didn't think about the journey home in the summer, or the flavor on the train.
"The train must be quite uncomfortable in the summer," even though his mind told him not to ask, he couldn't help himself.
"You'll get used to it, since it's always that smell, and you're part of it too."
Recalling the smell they had when they first got off the train, the memory was still vivid for everyone, "Others may smell bad, but in truth, our own scent is no better."
"Brother, look at it another way. Think about it, you didn't rest or eat well on the train,"
