The soft sleeper compartments have private and dual rooms, and the space is relatively decent. However, the hard sleeper compartments are extremely cramped, with a small room divided into upper, middle, and lower berths on both sides. You can barely stretch your body, and you have to be careful not to hit your head when sitting up, especially in the middle berth—it's like being stuck in a sandwich, the experience is painfully uncomfortable.
In one of these rooms, six beds were stuffed with five men and four children, leaving no space for one's feet. Among them, a thin and dark-skinned little boy suddenly whimpered, clutching his stomach and rolling on the bed in great pain.
The men were either sleeping or playing cards, seemingly oblivious to the little boy's agony.
A little girl, even more fragile than the boy, squatted beside him, her voice as soft as a kitten's. She gently pushed him, "Brother, what's wrong?"
