From the Hong Kong Region to Chengdu, the entire high-speed train journey takes eight hours.
Departing at three in the afternoon, Liang Weining wore an eye mask and earplugs to listen to music and sleep, having some snacks in between until dusk fell, and her phone vibrated twice, signaling incoming messages.
It was a private message from Josie.
Asking what she was up to.
At this hour, Pok Fu Lam would have finished dinner long ago. According to the usual routine, Josie would spend half an hour playing with Douban in the backyard.
The boy truly loved dogs.
But because of her, that golden retriever could only be restricted to the backyard by Uncle Ming every time.
She felt somewhat apologetic.
She opened the camera, took a casual snap of the passing landscape, and sent it to Josie.
The outside light of the train was dim, and mountain ranges with their ups and downs were faintly visible—an authentic wilderness.
Josie curiously asked, "Can we stop midway and camp?"