In the night, pedestrians could be seen on the streets of satellite city No. 2 of qingang.
Now that the crisis was over, the people who had been hiding in the underground shelter came out carefully. They carried their children and held their other halves as they walked home under the dim street lights. Out of caution, some people would stay until the next morning before going home, but there were also some who were anxious or had things to do at home, so they went home before dawn.
Many times, life was more important than disaster.
What they had to do the next day was far more important than what had just happened.
"Then let's eat here?"
Lu Xin, No. 8, and the old security guard made their way through the silent crowd.
The orphanage had to be around, so the innocent miss Lu did not come with them. This was a gathering for the three of them.
In the night breeze, they wrapped their coats tightly, and no one said a word.
