Xia Ya, who followed the Lucky correctly, was altogether a different person.
"She actually got through it so well." The female survivor stared, then hurried toward Xia Ya. She needed to know for sure, she knew what Xia Ya was like during peacetime, she sought a confirmation from her, she only trusted Xia Ya, not other survivors.
"Sister Xia Ya," the female survivor approached Xia Ya, her gaze locked onto Xia Ya's eyes, seeking in her expression any signs of coercion. If anything seemed amiss, she would not believe it.
"Hello," Xia Ya smiled.
The female survivor said, "I also came out from the Lucky. Can you tell me, is it really like he said?"
Xia Ya looked at Guan Hao, then spoke seriously and asserted, "Yes, when you ask me, I know you want the truth, so I will tell you the truth, it is really good here, very safe, very fair, you won't feel hopeless here, you can live as usual, you can wander around, chat with friends, and even style your makeup."
Listening to this.
