By the time the two left the Cemetery, it was already seven thirty in the evening.
The sky had been dyed a brilliant pink, with half the sun slanting toward the horizon. Sunsets always came late in the height of summer.
They had missed the last train. Small cities had fewer train services to begin with, and with the Xenomorph invasion, the Train Station stopped running trains after eight at night.
Feng Ling took Ling Feiran to a hotel and planned to catch the train back to Qingjiang City the next morning.
Ling Feiran had no objections. Her life had lost its direction; she was like a drifting fallen leaf now, going wherever the wind took her.
Feng Ling checked the hotel room's doors, windows, and bathroom facilities. After confirming that everything was fine, she asked Ling Feiran, "Are you hungry? Want to go out and get something to eat?"
They had not eaten anything all day.
Feng Ling herself did not care. The Hive Card could store energy, but Ling Feiran was only an ordinary person, and Feng Ling worried that her body would not be able to handle it.
"Even if you don't have an appetite, eat at least a little," Feng Ling added.
Ling Feiran sat quietly at the edge of the bed. After a silent moment, she nodded. "Okay."
Small cities had curfews too, but because there was no supervisory branch office and no Patrol Cars patrolling the streets at night, the curfew was not enforced all that thoroughly here.
Feng Ling and Ling Feiran strolled down the street. They occasionally passed pedestrians, and some of the shops still had their lights on.
The little city was very peaceful.
Although it lacked protection, it also lacked the invisible tension of a big city.
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