Tube building.
In a familiar damp, moldy smell, Cheng Ye gently pushed the security door open.
Casually throwing the backpack onto the table covered in a thin layer of dust, he collapsed onto the bed without bothering to take off his shoes.
A bit tired.
But not physical soreness, nor mental exhaustion.
Rather, it's the fatigue that naturally spills over after sorting out most of the tasks that needed to be done, with a sense of fulfillment filling the mind.
Especially considering that the continuous arrival of migrants might leave the inspection station at the center of the storm inescapable, lying on the bed feels even more comfortable.
But oddly enough, as soon as he touched the bed, the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his mind became active instead.
Strands of thoughts overflowed—mostly about those measures discussed over the phone, less about the judgement of upcoming situations.
