Under Wang Qiang's habitual teasing, everyone's mood gradually emerged from the shadow of death.
The large truck wobbled forward, and the previous collision seemed to have caused significant damage.
Right now, Zhao Yunhai just hopes the vehicle can make it through the last stretch of the journey, so that he can safely deliver the "family" on board back to the sanctuary.
The golden rice spikes along the roadside are exceptionally pleasing; although these crops might not have attracted much attention from survivors in the past, they have now become "sparks of hope" for them.
The vehicle's jolts became increasingly severe, whether due to the poor road conditions or the damage to the vehicle itself. Whatever the cause, sitting in such a swaying vehicle, one cannot feel any comfort.
After struggling for most of a day, a familiar patch of green finally appeared faintly in Zhao Yunhai's gaze.
