The flight tickets at this time required waiting, Xie Ying'an who didn't want to wait a single minute, purchased the earliest departing train ticket.
There were still over forty minutes before departure time.
Xie Ying'an didn't ask Uncle Jiang to accompany him, and entered the train station alone for ticket inspection.
At eleven-twenty in the evening, he boarded the train. Since it wasn't during the Spring Festival or public holidays, there weren't many people on the train.
Because his phone was too broken, Xie Ying'an had nothing to amuse himself with, so he just sat in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
The train stopped too often, nearly every half hour or an hour, and passengers kept coming and going, making the noise chaotic.
As the train started again, Xie Ying'an, who had his eyes closed resting, heard someone next to him calling his name: "Xie Ying'an?"
It was a girl's voice, very soft, as if uncertain it was him.
