"Have we, have we actually escaped?"
On the highway, Matthew still couldn't believe his eyes, looking at everything around him, he felt a sense of vastness and that life was endlessly wonderful.
Bi Fang gave a nonchalant hum, focusing intently on driving.
The entire city had no power, there were no streetlamps on the road, and the road itself was littered with garbage and scrapped vehicles, requiring heightened alertness to avoid dozing off.
The whole escape process took only about half an hour, but the mental exhaustion was far more than that of a normal half-hour. By eight in the evening, Bi Fang was already nodding off.
The industrial district didn't have many tall buildings; perhaps the original Yemen had a flow of people, but the current one was desolate, with large buildings standing like dark boulders against the night sky.
