The rickety train finally arrived at the Imperial Capital, under Sun Hai's eager gaze, half an hour behind schedule. It was now nine-thirty in the evening, Imperial Capital time.
Just as her power bank's battery had also drained to its last, He Qing put away her phone with satisfaction. She only had simple luggage with her, only just pulling out a small silver suitcase from under her seat. Sun Hai, standing beside her, immediately squeezed forward with eagerness, almost forcefully grabbing the silver suitcase handle from her hands. His attentive manner was quite reminiscent of Li Lianying from dramas about the Qing palace.
"Master, let me help you carry that!"
Although his rugged features were squeezed together in an attempt at warmth, it was clear that the business of pleasing people was not his forte.
