With Much Anticipation, Lin Sanjiu has Died
Editor: Vermillion
This was indeed the train 'familiar' to her, but it wasn't exactly the same as the previous time. When Lin Sanjiu looked down and saw a squished newspaper between the crevice of a green seat, she felt a little perplexed. Even without reaching for it, she knew what was written on it. The handwriting on the surface of the newspaper matched her memory exactly. The only thing that was different was that the paper had a lot more wrinkles which were caused by Lin Sanjiu. After almost a day, Lin Sanjiu found herself on the same train she took when she came.
Noting this point, Lin Sanjiu was still very confused because that would mean that after she alighted, someone must have boarded the train, picked up the crumpled newspaper she randomly threw on the floor and stuffed it back in the crevice of the seat.