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The snow this year was heavier than usual. The dilapidated train station on Guangyuan Road, which was soon to be demolished, was covered with a thick layer of snow.
It was half-past eleven at night.
Ethan handed over his ticket to the ticket collector, who glanced at the ticket, then looked up at Ethan and asked, "How old are you?"
Ethan, who hadn't slept well the night before, replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "Nineteen."
"ID, please."
He fished out an ID from his pocket, and underneath the overly wide cuffs, a slender hand extended the ID through the window. The ticket inspector gave the ID a scan, checked the information on the computer behind his glasses, and after confirming everything, couldn't help but look up at Ethan and say, "You look quite young."