"Fine! Don't mention my old arms and legs; I really can't do it anymore." He had secretly left home, and he would certainly be scolded upon returning. He pulled Living Yama along, hoping that the presence of an outsider might earn him some respect from the young lads.
The old man, being advanced in age, had lain down on the berth and fallen asleep after saying only a few words.
Xu Qigang, with his hands cushioning his head, found the berth too short to accommodate him. He had no choice but to slant his legs out of the bed.
His eyes, deep and pensive, silently fixed on the upper bunk, though his thoughts had long since drifted to the that young woman.
The train kept moving until it arrived at the station in the evening. Xu Qigang, carrying a bag in one hand and helping the old man with the other, got off the train.
His sharp gaze quickly swept through the crowd and effortlessly spotted Chen Yingjie standing among the people.
Xu Qigang halted his steps.
