The train began to move.
Qin Feng, who had not slept the entire night, was about to fall asleep when he was woken up by Su Ruolan, who said, "Qin Feng, why don't we let them sit for a while?"
Qin Feng followed her gaze.
Across the aisle, he saw a withered and gaunt old man and a little girl who seemed to be only five years old standing. The old man appeared to be ill, very frail, likely to collapse if it weren't for the crowd.
He wobbled several times, steadying himself unintentionally against the people next to him, who would then scold him disdainfully.
The little girl's face and body were dirty, but her eyes were as clear and brilliant as mirrors. Her small body struggled to squeeze through the people to get water for the old man to drink.
"Let's give up our seats to them!"
Qin Feng nodded in agreement.