Ye Ling found herself unable to sleep, and Zhang Linong lowered his head to speak with her. She wasn't worried about others overhearing, nor did she overthink it. Especially when she started talking about her grandmother, the words flowed more freely—from her childhood mischief, making her grandmother angry, to dealing with the regret of her grandmother's passing. She spoke slowly; her voice in the darkness was like a gentle stream, calming the chaotic hearts of those who listened. Liu Zhiyuan's brows furrowed and then relaxed repeatedly, while Xiang Weilai's gaze remained calm, staring at the upper bunk as if lost in deep thoughts, with a distant and pensive look.
As Ye Ling talked about her grandmother, she gradually drifted off to sleep. Zhang Linong, watching her sleep on the bunk, slightly curved his lips into a smile, and the compartment finally settled into real silence.
