Xue Yang hesitates for a very small moment. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small candy wrapped in brown paper. It's the one thing the train gave him and even now he chooses to keep it with him at all times. The first thing he had checked when he got back to the train was to make sure it was still intact.

There is a sadness Xue Yang rarely shows in his eyes as he looks at the little item. "Just sugar. Just good enough that a child can crave it when they've never had it."