Gu Pan grabbed the binoculars and sat on the rooftop, looking downstairs,
The water on the road below had mostly evaporated, leaving behind garbage that had begun to weather away. Some lighter items were blown away by the north wind, making the outside seem much cleaner.
Small grass sprouted from the soil by the roadside, a faint layer of green that represented hope—but it didn't truly bring the vitality of hope. Who could know, this was just an illusion.
Feng Zhekai walked up behind Gu Pan, also looking below, "After the epidemic ends, the apocalypse should probably end too."
For some reason, he always felt that Gu Pan's predictions were more accurate, so his words carried a question, hoping for Gu Pan's agreement, as if her agreement would make it truly so.
Gu Pan looked into the distance, not turning around, "If the apocalypse ends so quickly, the order wouldn't be in such disarray, so we still need to be cautious and prepared."