The bright sunlight streamed in through the open window, making the train carriage exceptionally lively. Snake-skin bags filled with luggage were carelessly piled on the floor, and a variety of complex odors intertwined, particularly stinging to the senses.
The two stood at the junction between two carriages where the smell of smoke was even thicker. The small window on the door still offered views of the outside scenery.
When Xu Shuo had arrived, he wore a plain grey-blue shirt and black trousers, which didn't look out of place in the era of the carriage.
Luo Kai was still in his dark, nondescript hoodie. He was disheveled and blended in perfectly.
He looked around, then happily pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and began to puff away with a satisfied expression, blending in with the people around him.