Humanity was a marvel. Even as things were so... different, so bleak, life still went on. It wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, but the will to survive remained strong.
People were bartering at makeshift stalls, laying out their wares on the ground like it was any other day at a flea market. For a moment, it almost felt like things were normal. Almost.
But reality, as it always did, came crashing back. Eyes were still on them, watching their every move, waiting for the slightest slip-up to take advantage. Xu Feng adjusted his backpacks and shifted Mingjun in his arms.
He really did have a soft spot for children.
It was a slow realization, but looking back over all the lives and memories he could recall, his affection for small people was always there.
It wasn't just because of his own children, either.
