Chiang Qing didn't expect that after just one sleep, she'd open her eyes and find herself on a swaying train.
Looking at the narrow upper hard sleeper berth above her line of sight, if she remembered correctly, this should be the position of a hard sleeper on a train?
Chiang Qing felt momentarily unresponsive. What's going on, where is this? Is she really on a train?
She turned over and sat up, supporting her body with her hand, and intense pain spread to her senses.
Wuuu wuuu, rumble rumble.
These were the sounds of the train's whistle and rolling wheels.
She wasn't dreaming; she was really on a train. What's going on, wasn't she in the hospital? How did she end up on a train?
Chiang Qing stood up and walked out to take a look. Except for her, there were only two or three soldiers standing together in the carriage, guarding her.
Who can tell her what's going on?
"You, come here." Chiang Qing called to one of the soldiers, feeling her throat dry and hoarse.
