"Oh, as long as you're okay, we'll be arriving soon, the director wants us to get ready to disembark."
Still feeling somewhat uneasy about Musheng's condition, Ying Zhouyuan finished speaking and took out a bottle of milk from his bag and handed it to Musheng, "Sister Musheng, I still have a few bottles of milk left from Obian, drink one now, you don't look very well."
"It's nothing."
Musheng shook her head, wanting to refuse, but seeing a trace of deep concern in Ying Zhouyuan's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh and took the milk. She saw that Sister Han had come out of the restroom with toiletries to wash up, and when Sister Han returned, she was startled by the alarming amount of bloodshot in Musheng's eyes.
"Why are Musheng's eyes so red, is she not used to sleeping on the train?"
Sister Han also looked worried, and Ying Zhouyuan nodded, "I don't know if that's the reason, but when she woke up just now, her eyes were even redder, it really scared me."