"What did she say?" The group gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.
Gu Chen, who had been tense all afternoon, finally started to relax. A rare smile appeared on his face.
"She said there's a massive hailstorm outside, but she's found a building to take shelter in. The conditions are acceptable, so she'll be fine for one night."
"She'll look for a way back at first light."
As he spoke, he scrolled through a few photos to show everyone.
Song You'ai's heart had been in her throat, and her brow furrowed tightly when she saw the pictures.
'Are these crumbling ruins, all toppled over, really the once skyscraper-filled Canghua Home from before the apocalypse?'
On top of that, it was already late, so all they could see were patches of icy snow glowing white.
Xie Ning sent back a selfie.
She was bundled up tightly from head to toe like a little bear, with only a pair of pitch-black eyes showing, staring quietly at them.
