Around noon, the sky was shrouded by a dark gray curtain, looking incredibly gloomy.
The sun struggled behind the clouds. It managed to peek out for a moment, only to be blocked again by another layer of dark gray clouds.
The sunlight fought its way through the obstruction, its rays falling dim and lackluster upon the earth. A gray pall hung over everything.
It was as if the entire world was veiled in a layer of somber gauze, creating a sudden tightness in one's chest and an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Inside the camp's dining hall, however, a completely different, lively scene was unfolding.
People were gathered around tables laden with delicious food, their laughter and chatter rising and falling as they enthusiastically savored the authentic Chinese dishes.
Meanwhile, a man and a woman were taking a slow, leisurely stroll down the camp's gravel path.
Compared to the bustling dining hall, their figures looked somewhat solitary on the quiet path.
