Wang Tao nodded and then said with a smile:
"Let's rest for the night, and then we'll part ways tomorrow morning."
"...Okay."
Yang Changhong didn't say anything more and got out of the car to leave.
She found a suitable spot, and the convoy began to "set up camp."
Wang Tao took Jiang Shixue and Xu Xiaojun for a look around the area to ensure that there was nothing that could threaten their safety nearby.
By nightfall, everything on the convoy's end was ready.
Yang Changhong invited Wang Tao over for dinner. In the past, for convenience, everyone usually ate separately. But since they were all parting ways in the morning, this might be their last supper together; thus, it had a bit of a ceremonial feel.
"Wang Tao, I'm very grateful for your care along the way..."
Yang Changhong raised her water glass, using water in place of wine.
She actually liked drinking, but after the apocalypse had begun, she had given it up—after all, drinking led to mistakes.
