We saw Qiao Yi racing down the corridor when we walked out of the washroom. I had never seen her so upset.
She was wearing the white t-shirt that she had worn earlier this afternoon, when she had brought me lunch. There were patches all over it though. They must be tear stains. She must have spent the ride here crying.
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