On the train, Lin Xia idly observed the passengers in the compartment, thinking that people were still quite genuine at times like this.
They chatted about everything under the sun, and she wasn't as reserved as before, occasionally striking up a conversation with those sitting next to her.
The slow train stopped at each station, so it didn't move quickly, with people constantly getting on and off.
After twelve o'clock, the carriage gradually quieted down as people leaned or sprawled, each trying to find a way to sleep.
Lin Xia saw the man opposite her lying on the small table. She leaned against the hard seat's backrest, closed her eyes, and also dozed off.
When the train stopped at the next station, Lin Xia became aware that it wasn't moving and woke up. The seat opposite her was empty, presumably the person had gotten off.
Fresh, brisk air poured into the carriage, invigorating her spirit. Lin Xia looked out the window, not knowing which station they had reached.
