Looks like it's going to be a sleepless night tonight.
But one must admit, listening to the night wind of Firewood Shelter City, gazing at the distant streetlights weaving like threads.
Cheng Ye could only describe his current mood with two words.
Comfortable!
Although he's not a nostalgic person, after scrambling around in Happiness City for three months, he's grown fond of the stimulation of the wasteland.
But to "return" once to stability and modernity, the longing in his heart is immensely satisfied.
"Hey."
Li Changfeng took a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one over, and this time Cheng Ye didn't refuse, twirling it between his fingers.
Seeing him like this, Li Changfeng lit one for himself, the flame flickering in the night.
"My parents were both grassroots workers, one carrying corpses at the incineration plant, the other working as a nurse in the community hospital, barely half a doctor."
