Pointing at the handbag, after serving me a paper cup of water while commenting that the upper bed with unfolded flowery bedclothes of the first bunk was hers, Mei said to me thoughtfully, “This is the handbag Ling bought last month, but she later got another fancier one. I can buy it at half price, if you like.”
“No, thank you for your kind idea,” I said awkwardly, “It is a shopping bag, not convenient for traveling. And there’s no space left. You’d better not buy it.”