The semicircular window on the sixth floor at the intersection emitted a soft, warm glow.
In the slightly cramped living room, five men with strange expressions sat around a round table, looking at Master Rong outside holding a young woman's hand. He called her "Mom" with tears streaming down.
"I didn't realize what was happening at the time, but later I thought I'd never see you again. I... I felt terrible, I just couldn't stay at home, the thought that I could see you again in this lifetime..."
Li Xinlong's words became incoherent and he choked up.
Jiang Rong's eyes were red.
Before the apocalypse, she was always worried about her son's poor academic performance and how he might struggle in society.
After the apocalypse, she had only one thought: living was enough.
Tonight, she found out her son not only lived well but also became sensible.
Suddenly, she was given what she had lost and never had, all at once.
The joy she had never enjoyed left her slightly anxious.
