In the wasteland, Chen Mo just wanted to find the remains of nine comrades and then die.
He drove a shabby pickup truck alone for eight years and lived like a piece of rusty iron - too lazy to move, too lazy to care, too lazy to live.
Until he picked up a girl named Atai in the carriage.
Fourteen years old, as thin as a firewood stick, with eyes like a wild cat. She refused to leave, and he couldn't get rid of her, so he took her with him.
He thought he had picked up a burden.
He didn't know that this girl contained the answer he had been looking for for eight years.
