Night, the moon hung high.
On nights when the factories hadn't been operating for months, the sky was studded with stars, resembling a galaxy.
Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai stepped off the bus, while Bai Yifan whispered something about Captain Zhu to Bai Xiqin at the bus door.
Bai Xiqin wasn't overly surprised, as it was an expected matter.
In the post-apocalyptic world, few people can maintain their true selves.
After getting off the bus, Bai Yifan locked the door.
The air was filled with the fragrance of grass, accompanied by the resounding snores of grandfathers Wang and Liu.
Bai Xiqin touched her wrist, where a purple Mandala Flower gently swayed, affectionately brushing against Bai Xiqin's arm.
A faint floral scent lingered at her nose, gradually dispelling her drowsiness.
Tonight's patrol squad was as frequent as ever, and Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai, as agile as phantoms, swiftly passed by the patrol team.
