Song Zhaodi didn't recognize any of the people on the bus; she should have been more cautious.
But seeing that both Shu Ying and Li Qingqing were traveling with children and were both women, Song Zhaodi finally relaxed.
"Thank you, Auntie doesn't need it right now."
Her gaze lingered on Li Qingqing: "Why are you bringing the baby out so young? You look like you haven't even finished your postpartum confinement period yet. Traveling like this on the train, can your body handle it?"
Li Qingqing was surprised that she would take the initiative to talk to her. Her face was filled with a happy smile: "I'm still in my postpartum period. There's nothing I can do because of the situation, but I'm in good health."
She didn't say much, but Song Zhaodi could guess some of it.
Even if an adult's body can handle it, it's not suitable for such a young child to be exposed to the complex environment outside so early.
But Li Qingqing is clearly a person who loves children. Both her words and her expression show her concern for children.
She said she had no choice, which suggests that her situation was the same as hers—they couldn't stop for a moment and had to escape.
With another person in the same boat on the road, Song Zhaodi sighed softly, took the cup from Shu Ying, and thanked her.
"The water station is right in front of this carriage. Just walk from here to the end. There shouldn't be many people waiting in line right now. Take a sip of water; it might make your throat feel a bit better."
Perhaps because she resembled Xie Zhiyan's older sister, Shu Ying, who didn't usually like to meddle, gave her a few more words of advice.
Song Zhaodi nodded slightly, got up and went to the water room to get some water.
She drank two cups before her throat finally felt a little better.
Looking at the diverse crowd on the bus, Song Zhaodi always felt that her husband's spies were among them, as if she could be dragged back at any moment at the next stop.
She felt insecure, like a ship adrift on a deserted island.
She felt like she was going crazy, driven insane by that horrible man.
Seeing that Song Zhaodi looked like a frightened bird, Shu Ying deliberately made room for her: "Sister Song, no one will get on the train after it departs. There are still several tens of minutes to go before the next station. You look very tired. You can rest for a while."
Song Zhaodi's eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.
She leaned her head against the seat; the train was moving smoothly, but she didn't sleep soundly.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't hit me..."
Less than five minutes later, Song Zhaodi let out a low sob.
Li Qingqing and Shu Ying exchanged a glance, before they could even speak.
Song Zhaodi woke up like a frightened bird, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Li Qingqing handed her a tissue.
Did you have a nightmare?
Song Zhaodi wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"
Li Qingqing waved her hand: "No, no, we didn't hear what you said, but you seemed a little off. Do you need any help?"
Song Zhaodi shook her head and didn't say anything more.
Shu Ying had already seen the injury hidden under her sleeve and had already made a judgment in her mind.
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