With the train's whistle blowing, Huang Lei let out a long sigh of relief, "I've finally made it home."
Although there was no sweaty odor on the train this time, the downside of not opening the windows was that the scent in the carriage was really not very pleasant.
If it hadn't been for occasionally opening the window and getting off to walk around, she really thought she was about done.
Moreover, on the train there was all sorts of difficulty stretching out one's legs, which was as troublesome as it gets.
"I'll help you," Zhao Aoran offered as he saw Huang Lei stand up with a sluggish motion and promptly picked up her belongings for her.
Could it be, so kindhearted? Huang Lei watched Zhao Aoran's retreating figure, feeling it was all so surreal.
It was truly unexpected, and she couldn't understand why it was happening.
Could it be that the many experiences she'd had recently, the numerous setbacks she'd encountered, had changed her completely?
