At this very moment, people all over the country were waiting for news of the fog dissipating. Many families hadn't eaten all day.
It wasn't that they had no food, but that they had no appetite—just like Xu Yin's parents.
Although soaring prices had prevented most people from hoarding on a large scale, many had still done some minor stocking up to fill their refrigerators. It wasn't so dire that they lacked food for a few days.
But they were destined for disappointment. Although the news continued to provide real-time updates, none of it was good.
Watching made them more anxious, yet not watching made them feel uneasy.
Tang Mo couldn't be bothered to watch TV. After eating and drinking her fill, she lay down on her bed and went to sleep.
Perhaps because she had been so mentally exhausted before, sleeping more than ten hours a day was now no problem at all.
The soft bed made Tang Mo feel as if this wasn't the apocalypse, but heaven.
