Lin Sanjiu could feel something pressing uncomfortably against the back of her head. Half a day had already passed. She felt exhausted and did not feel like moving, so she just flipped sideway hazily. At that very moment, she suddenly heard a line from a song, “You are my little, little apple”[1]. It broke the tranquility of the night and sounded rather irritating.
[Whose ringtone is so loud? That’s too disturbing. I can even hear it from the 38th floor.]
Lin Sanjiu suppressed her sleepiness and opened her eyes. She saw a row of orange round circular grab handles. [That’s right, I am not in that 38th floor penthouse—this is the New World…]
She sat upright and saw the rows of seats which were filled with cardboard cartons of supplies. On the side of the wall beside her, there was still a green sign stating, “Priority Seat for elderly, disabled, pregnant, and injured”. The rare starlight from outside the windows illuminated the rim of the sign dimly.
