She stood on the bunk across the corridor, walking over to Yang PeiMin's bed as she spoke.
"This is a trip to where?"
She was dressed in military uniform, looking sharp and spirited.
Yang PeiMin stood up and gestured for her to sit, looking at her and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's meeting an old friend in a foreign land."
Qiao Ying let out a snort of laughter, "The train hasn't even started yet, so you're a bit early with that sentiment." She made herself at home, sitting on Yang PeiMin's bunk without ceremony.
"You brought your own bedsheet?" Qiao Ying glanced beneath her, then looked at Yang PeiMin again with a surprised expression on her face.
