Facing Fu Qian's self-assessment, Tan Ying was speechless for a moment.
After a long silence, she picked up the paper cup in her hand and took a big gulp of juice.
It was sweet with a hint of sourness, and clearly chilled. To her surprise, it tasted pretty good.
"There isn't a soul here. Where did you get this?"
Tan Ying couldn't help asking.
"I made it myself, of course. This is a mall. If you know where to look, it's easy."
Fu Qian downed his own juice and set the paper cup aside.
"Actually, I got the idea from someone else. They once dragged a generator out of a pile of ruins just to make coffee."
"...That friend of yours must be a pretty optimistic person, right?"
"Maybe."
Bernard and Loretta's faces surfaced in Fu Qian's mind one after the other.
"Or maybe they've just learned to let go."
Hmm...
Tan Ying finished her juice in no time, and it was clear she was feeling a little better.
Seeing that Fu Qian had no intention of saying more, she didn't press him. Instead, she looked around.
"It's like a dream, hard to tell from reality. What a strange feeling."
"I just don't know where Yanqing went. I hope she just didn't appear in my dream."
There was a hint of self-mockery in Tan Ying's voice. But before she'd finished speaking, a faint sound came from behind them.
She froze. Then, realizing what it was, she whipped around and looked toward a spot not far away.
It was the elevator everyone had used earlier.
A moment later, the numbers above the elevator stopped changing, and the doors shuddered open.
Panting, Pei Yanqing came out, holding onto the elevator doors.
The moment she saw the group, relief washed over her, and