...
Facing Fu Qian's self-commentary, Tan Ying found herself at a loss for words for a moment.
After a lengthy silence, she picked up the paper cup in her hand and took a big gulp of fruit juice.
Sour yet sweet, and evidently chilled, the taste was surprisingly good.
"There's no one around here, where did you get this from?"
Tan Ying couldn't help but ask.
"Of course, I made it myself. This is a mall, after all. As long as you want to find something, it's really too simple."
Fu Qian too finished off his juice in one go and set the paper cup aside.
"Actually, I was inspired by someone who could even drag a generator out of a pile of rubble to make coffee."
"...Your friend must be a very optimistic person, huh?"
"Perhaps."
Images of Bernard and Rosetta flashed through Fu Qian's mind one after the other.
"Or perhaps they've just come to terms with things."
Hmm...
A cup of juice quickly down the throat, it was obvious that Tan Ying's mood had somewhat improved.
