The two roommates walked out of the carriage one after the other, apparently planning to buy something, while Feng Xue continued to lean against the window with a demeanor of living without food or drink, quietly observing the grassland now covered in heavy snow.
On the tracks parallel to theirs, figures dressed in thick leather robes appeared, most of them carrying baskets, and occasionally, one could see goods boxes similar to the cigarette clamps worn by street vendors in Republican-era movies.
Their ages varied; the youngest seemed to be only about eleven or twelve based on their appearance, but considering how Caucasians tend to look older, this child might actually be younger.
