The car struggled to turn out of the main urban district and headed toward the Chemical Plant Community.
On the way, Cheng Ye noticed that the northern edge of the Buffer Zone was indeed undergoing large-scale development.
Those dilapidated old-era buildings were just like the grand theater; even at night, lights shone on them as renovation work went on.
The formerly abandoned open lots already had foundations laid; it looked like a new batch of residential housing was going to be built.
The original three-lane road was being widened and planned to become four lanes, and even those shabby shanties along the roadside had all been torn down, making the surroundings much more open.
It should have been spring, when everything revives, yet on this Wasteland, autumn was showing an unusual, vigorous vitality.
Little rain, many sunny days.
The temperatures were comfortable in the mornings and evenings; even if it was a bit hot at noon, it was just right for resting and adjusting.
