Xie Ning wasn't the least bit envious of people who had farmland in their Spaces.
Her maternal grandparents and mother had always loved to plant this and that, getting creative with cultivating everything from green onions and garlic to all sorts of other vegetables.
But Xie Ning hadn't inherited their green thumb.
As a city kid through and through, her farming skill was a solid zero.
Forget growing vegetables—back in her artsy-girl phase, she would wash her hands for ages just from peeling a clove of garlic...
She was thankful her Space wasn't a field, and even more thankful that she didn't have to deal with chicken and duck manure.
Xie Ning was already immensely grateful to have all the supplies she'd collected from the shopping center to get her through these hard times.
Just past six, the sky had grown completely dark.
The minibus stopped in front of a bathhouse.
