After several days on the train, Mrs. Zhao and her group had a sleeping compartment, which wasn't as crowded and didn't smell as bad.
Still, it was Mrs. Zhao's first time on a train, and she struggled to get used to it.
"Auntie, when we get off the train, you must hold on to me. Don't get lost in the crowd. Our stop isn't the last one, but there will still be quite a few people getting off."
Having spent several days on the train, Mrs. Zhao had seen how crowded it could get.
"Xiao He, don't worry, I'll stay close to you," Mrs. Zhao quickly reassured him. She felt fortunate not to be alone. Otherwise, she would have been completely lost.
Thinking about this trip to Capital City, and the future visits when she wouldn't need anyone to pick her up, she figured she could manage by herself, or at least have her husband drop her at the station.
This was the first time Mrs. Zhao had felt such crowding; there were indeed many people.
