The second time Xiao Yan went out, she was no longer alone.
"I'll go with you," Qiao Chengyu said.
Ding Yao was already mounted on his small hovercraft.
Everyone accepted this without objection. The planet's environment was deteriorating at an alarming rate, and every trip to town brought with it the rumors of "the last few environmental modification devices are about to fail." In such dire conditions, where survival was a struggle, even basic kindness was hard to maintain.
Among all human desires, the most fundamental and strongest is always the desire to survive.
Over several months, they swept through the vast garbage field that extended for hundreds of miles.
Xiao Yan's micro-scout had already picked up about forty to fifty people living in this garbage field. One by one, they went to take care of business.
After doing this for the first time, Qiao Chengyu came out of that person's dwelling and vomited. Although he knew that those who could survive here were certainly not innocent, the psychological impact of robbing and killing someone who had not attacked them first was overwhelming.
That night, Xiao Yan came to keep him company. They did not share intimacy; he simply held her tightly, not letting go.