"I guess so. I wonder what the flood's like for the rest of the people in the zone. We're only this comfortable because of you."
Qingran didn't answer immediately. Her hand traced the rim of her bowl. It was empty now, still stained with broth and oil.
A simple meal to eat with all the delicacies on the table.
"I didn't do much..." she said at last.
Yu Song scoffed lightly. "You saved sixty people. If that's not 'much' I don't know what is."
She tilted her head, eyes unfocused. "And how many won't be saved?"
He stilled and placed his chopsticks down.
She could hear the water even now, miles off, churning through buildings, eating away lives. So she told him nothing more. Instead, she leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes, her fists tightening.
The world out this place, was like hell.
When the flood reached C-14, the west part of the zone, it came without warning.
