When Lin Yu'an dragged the green box carrying unknown stories back to the shelter, the afternoon sun had already passed the zenith, and the light had begun to soften and slant.
He placed the green box in a dry corner of the shelter as if handling a precious artifact.
He gazed at the box momentarily, the face of the young female scientist with bright eyes, a hint of rebelliousness, and confidence on the ID card resurfacing in his mind.
And that source of unsettling heat...
This unexpected discovery, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, completely altered his internal rhythm.
For over twenty days, his goal had been pure and primal; survival was his only aim.
But now, the existence of the items in this box gave him an impulse to reconnect with that forgotten world of civilization.
Lin Yu'an shook his head, as if trying to fling away the restlessness in his heart.
He must not only survive for himself but also protect this crystallization of wisdom belonging to others.
