"Ding Dong~"
"Dear passengers, welcome back to the train. The train is now traveling from the past to the present and is expected to arrive at the station in one hour. Please complete your exchanges within the designated time."
By the third repeat of the announcement, Li Changzhou was fully awake.
The abrupt end of the mission caught him off guard.
Still, it was manageable, akin to eating a bowl of sweet tofu pudding—hard to stomach, but not a big deal.
He had less time to cultivate his skills, but as long as he had a train ticket, he could have as much of that as he wanted.
Across the table by the window, Yang Qinglan lifted her head from the crook of her arm, and a deep red peony petal from her pinned-up black hair fell, landing in the bend of her arm.
"Why did the mission end so suddenly?" she asked, pinching the petal, looking at Li Changzhou.
"Qian Xia and the others were worried about us, so they killed Li Xinghua," Li Changzhou answered.
