Sang Yue stood there, dumbfounded, only reacting after Shen Lu had left.
"Huh? She didn't answer my question!"
The next day, a Seventh Level gale kicked up, filling the sky with yellow sand and staining the horizon a strange, yellowish-red.
Suddenly remembering something, Shen Lu threw off her covers and ran to Fu Cheng's room.
"The weather is terrible today. They're not still coming to get you, are they?"
"They will," Fu Cheng said, pausing for a moment. "But they've moved it to this afternoon."
The military had its own weather monitoring department, which was more accurate than the government's.
The winds were predicted to weaken for a two-hour window in the afternoon, and the military planned to use that time for the pickup.
"Alright, then."
Shen Lu was a little disappointed. She'd been hoping Fu Cheng's trip to the hospital would be delayed.
'But on second thought, that was never going to happen.'
