He Xing patted the back of Du Yue's hand and consoled her, "She's a good person. There are so many people who care about her and miss her. She won't bear to leave. She'll definitely be fine."
Du Yue did not know what else she could do for them. She could only nod. "I hope so."
The night was getting darker, but it was getting noisy outside. The lights in the distance were slowly approaching, and the sound was getting clearer. After listening carefully, they recognized that the survivors were actually being given dinner. Although Du Yue and He Xing were sitting in their car, they could tell what these people were having for dinner after listening for a while.
