He Qing, dragging a small silver-white suitcase, casually slung a backpack over her shoulder, and walked slowly out of the dilapidated train station in the dry, cold winter.
As expected, the county town outside the train station had remained just as dilapidated over the past three years. However, the town was uniquely positioned, very close to the urban district and also connected several surrounding small towns; hence, this barren place had finally acquired a small train station.
This train station had no originating trains nor was it a terminal station; it only ever saw trains passing through.
She thought about her high school days, which were indeed spent here.
In such a small, broken town, where three years brought no significant changes, one could really feel its poverty and backwardness.
