Jing Shu had never expected that Old Zhou and Jin Tianci would both come to pick her up from the airport.
Speaking of picking her up, why did they bring so many people? There were two whole rows for a welcoming party, holding signs in the middle of winter.
Low-key, low-key, please.
To tell the truth, when she disembarked from the plane and saw this scene, she was moved to tears. At that moment, she felt a strong sense of belonging.
Of course, everyone was wearing cotton-padded jackets of various colors and carrying large and small, oddly-shaped packages. They were no longer sleek and glamorous without the lights of Sleepless City. What remained was only muddy terrain, simple clothes, and outdated equipment...
The apocalypse, though it had arrived, had not entirely destroyed the human race. Although life was tough and many people were merely living numbly, at least they were alive. Nothing was more important than being alive.
