The train rattled rhythmically along the tracks, the fields and villages outside the window blurring as they sped by. Lin Qing pressed herself against the glass, her fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of her military-green shoulder bag. Sunlight filtered through the pane, casting a glow on her pale face.
"Have some water."
Shen Niantang poured a cup of warm water from her military canteen and handed it over, her voice as soft as a summer night’s breeze. Lin Qing took the enamel cup, the warmth causing her chilled fingers to tremble slightly. She took a small sip, glancing sideways to see Shen Niantang pulling an oil-paper parcel from her cloth bag.
Chapter 102