The green train clattered, and Liu Xiuxiu hugged the small bundle in her arms tightly. Inside it was half a tortilla that her mother had secretly stuffed in.
The man in military uniform opposite frowned as she was pushed down for the third time, and finally reached out to support her: "Sit tight, Cheng Rui won't like a wife who can't help her."
She lowered her head and clutched the furoshiki tightly, and heard her voice as thin as a gnat: "... I brought you pickles."
Until at night, when she was trembling and eating corn cakes wrapped in a man's military coat, Cheng Rui suddenly pushed the hot water tank over:
"Don't choke. Also, we'll eat the pickles tomorrow."
The lights passing by outside the window were extinguished, reflecting the helplessness flashing across his cold face.
