In the wasteland calendar, I don't know how many years have passed.
The broken sunlight, like a leaky light bulb, feebly illuminates this small "nest" converted from an abandoned container.
Su Qingyan was woken up by a burst of noise.
She opened her eyes with great effort, and the first thing she saw was the rusty iron roof, and a few gray rays of light that penetrated through the cracks.
