"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
In the cramped carriage, a passenger cloaked entirely in a black robe had been coughing incessantly since boarding, occasionally even coughing up blood, which made people suspect he might be suffering from some disease; everyone subconsciously kept their distance.
Only a little girl came closer, cautiously offering a handkerchief, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? I have..."
Before the girl could finish, the black-robed passenger growled, "What are you pretending for," startling the girl so much she almost dropped the handkerchief.
The person in the robe then belatedly lifted his head, saw the pale-faced girl, and seemed to understand something, unconsciously shaking his head, "Sorry, I wasn't talking to you."
Not talking to you?
Then who were you talking to?
The passengers in the carriage felt the man in the black robe was not only physically unwell but perhaps mentally, too.
