Without Jia Wenxiu stirring up trouble, time slipped by along the tracks, and in the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.
The East Sea Province and the province where Lushan is located are adjacent to each other, not too far apart. They had caught the train close to noon, and by early morning tomorrow, they would arrive.
The train wasn't a direct route, passing by many stations, and sometimes inexplicably stopping along the way.
Old passengers disembarked, new passengers boarded—transience is cruel, and its pace relentless.
Tian Sangsang draped a piece of clothing over herself, seemingly resting, but in truth, her mind was wandering.
Ever since she had posted a photo of her son with Little Milk Tea, she had unknowingly gained a small group of fans, and her follower count had continued to climb steadily.
Because she rarely posted on Weibo, many followers urged her to post more.
This is an age of information overload; posting too little risks being forgotten.
