The rain was pouring down, drenching the glass. Looking outside, the scenery on both sides of the street seemed like a series of twisted oil paintings, bizarre and exaggerated.
He didn't know how long they had been driving, but Tang Xiaoquan's eyelids gradually drooped. The weariness and worry of the past days rushed over him like a flood, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, he saw his missing parents and his missing sister, with a beautiful figure standing by their side.
This sleep was deep and sweet for Tang Xiaoquan. It could be said it was his happiest time since the apocalypse began.
However, happy times are always fleeting, because not long after Tang Xiaoquan fell asleep, just when he was immersed in a beautiful dream, reuniting with his family, a large hand woke him up.
"Little Tang! Little Tang! Wake up! Wake up!" Xu Renjie's slightly low urging voice came to his ear. Tang Xiaoquan opened his eyes irritably and asked impatiently, "What is it?"
