Qin Xin stood in front of the train station in the deep night, her eyes growing deeper.
At exactly 12 o'clock, the entire city of Qingcheng would be sealed off, all transportation would be suspended. If she didn't leave now, she'd be trapped in this plague-stricken city.
Just now, she was lost in the melancholy of parting with her master, hardly paying attention to the scenery of Qingcheng or the people on the roadside.
At this moment, looking around in confusion, she found that everyone was rushing towards the train station in a hurry, afraid of missing the last train.
The cars on the road were also jam-packed, honking frantically.
By the roadside, an elderly couple, supporting each other, were moving their feet laboriously, their target was the tour bus ahead.
Despite not knowing where the bus was headed, it was good enough as long as it wasn't this city.
