At that time, my aunt realized that by urging her husband to return, she had not only given up her peaceful life but was also subject to complaints from her sisters-in-law.
Although my uncle didn't say much, he was definitely disgruntled.
By the time my aunt had come to her senses and was ready to follow the supply transport vehicle back to the subway station refuge center, there was no longer a steam vehicle distributing supplies, heading towards their community shelter.
If it wasn't for my uncle's father-in-law providing for them against all odds, my aunt might not have starved, but my uncle might not have survived until the temperature rose again.
Originally, my uncle and aunt planned to return after the temperature rose. However, due to the patriarch's ill health, my aunt decided to stay since the disaster was over and leave after her father recovered.
