Ye Junhan leaned against the SUV, glancing up at the pensive girl on the screen opposite him before falling silent himself.
It was five-thirty in the morning, the sky on the verge of brightening, with a faint mist lingering in the distance. Behind him, however, were the bright lights and signs of life from the camp—at this hour, refugees were already lining up to receive today's food.
Even though they had just caused a disturbance the previous night, clashing with the stationed forces, it didn't stop them from lining up for food today.
In the apocalypse, dignity didn't matter. What mattered... was filling your stomach and surviving.
Zhao Qingxiao and Yang Liu were over there helping Shen Yue's people maintain order. Ye Junhan merely gave them an indifferent glance before his gaze fell back to the screen opposite him.
Gu Xi was still lost in her thoughts. A delicate vine drooped listlessly over her wrist, the two tender leaves at its tip twitching every now and then...
