The sun slanted down through the gaps in the dark clouds, as if it couldn't bear to see the suffering of this land anymore.
Four hundred packs of instant noodles were quickly sold out. Although it was a transaction, such warmth and order were precious in the end times.
Just as everyone was still immersed in the joy brought by the food, a clear voice sounded.
"Bring the bottle here, I can give you water."
The one who said this was Yan Lin.
She stood on one side of the crowd. Her clothes were a little dusty, but her temperament was like a spring in the mountains—calm and composed. The water energy flowed slowly at her fingertips, transparent as a mirror, with a faint blue light.
"Can you really give me water?" a woman asked tentatively, her eyes full of desire.
