After drowning ourselves in strong coffee and violently shaking Yuyu awake like responsible adults, the four of us finally leave the apartment to head for the sauna.
Apparently, it's only two stations away.
Which means—
Yes.
Train.
And if you didn't know this already—Jiang loves trains.
He's seen them on TV. Documentaries. Movies. Random background scenes in C-dramas. And now that he's about to ride one for real?
This man is thriving.
He's practically bouncing in place on the platform, eyes bright, posture straight, energy level of a golden retriever who just heard the word walk.
"Yunhua," he whispers excitedly, tugging my sleeve, "it's coming soon, right?"
"Yes," I mumble, half-asleep. "Please stop vibrating."
Meanwhile—
Me and Yuyu look like we crawled out of a haunted house. Hair messy. Sunglasses doing all the work. Souls still hungover. Full-on witch energy.
