Ling Feiran stood by the roadside as trucks loaded with all kinds of construction materials drove past her, their heavy tires kicking up clouds of dust.
She looked into the distance. The Construction Site resembled a roaring beast, constantly producing deafening booms. Dark blue-black walls were gradually taking shape amid the thunderous noise, and farther away, the coastline was blocked from view by the black walls.
The Quarantine Zone was gradually becoming a fortress.
Before such a vast, grand undertaking, Ling Feiran could not help feeling small. All the little loves and affections became insignificant, like the sand crushed beneath tires. It existed, yet it was as though it did not.
A question repeatedly knocked through Ling Feiran's mind: Why did someone as small as me, as weak as me, as meaningless as me, keep living?
"Feifei?" A car stopped in front of her, and Lin Pengpeng's face poked out from the window. "What are you doing here?"
Ling Feiran came back to herself and looked at Lin Pengpeng. "...I wanted to go back to the dormitory, but I got on the wrong bus. I'm waiting for a Shuttle Bus heading back."
"Then you'll be waiting forever! Come on, get in. I'll give you a ride." Lin Pengpeng opened the rear door.
Ling Feiran got into the car blankly.
The car was filled with a murky stench of gasoline, sweat, and dust.
There were still smudges of grime on Lin Pengpeng's face, but she did not care. She said cheerfully to Ling Feiran, "I just applied to transfer to the Transport Team. I'm on my way to the Train Station to pick up a batch of precision instruments that just arrived. I didn't expect to run into you. How have you been lately? I heard the inpatient department has been