"Time for some shopping," Lingyun said, a bright smile on his face as he looked at Zhenlan with absolute excitement.
Zhenlan regretted allowing him to say it almost from the second those words were out of his mouth.
The stolen military truck rattled hard enough that several people in the back muttered curses under their breath, but it kept moving, and at that moment, moving was all that mattered.
The base shrank behind them with every turn of the tires, its walls disappearing between abandoned cars, cracked pavement, and the gray sprawl of roads that had enough potholes to make Rouxi absolutely lose her mind.
Or so Lingyun had told them.
That man was entirely too cheerful considering everything, but on the other hand, the survivors that they had taken from the base didn't seem to be overly enthusiastic when they left, which was probably for the best.
One Lingyun was already more than enough for anyone in this world.
