Living meant hope; you can't take away anything when you die. A broken house can be rebuilt, but a dead person is forever lost, along with what he owned.
Wearing the pair of shoes that didn't fit too well, Lu Jin led a group of people on a search for survivors, saving the lives of many.
The dark sky foreshadowed rain—doubtlessly a hindrance to the rescue mission, yet the prospect of water gave the survivors hope.
They need water. And food.
Yan Huan's bag was empty by now, all the edibles in it long expended. They had been working on the rescue mission since the day before, a job that was extremely physically-demanding. They were all famished by now, and the lack of water wasn't helping.
Yan Huan licked her cracked lips. Her throat was parched. She needed a drink. Even river water would do. She had never been this thirsty throughout both of her lives.
