The man looked at his watch; it was already eleven-thirty at night.
The oxygen in the bunker was enough for them to use for ten hours.
As time passed, they gradually felt their breathing becoming difficult.
Forget it, let's handle the urgent matters first.
He looked at his wife, then at his parents.
His wife's face showed no emotion, she just kept her head down.
Yet, under the table, she secretly tugged at her husband's sleeve.
The man felt his wife's tug, understanding that this was urging him.
A sigh within his heart.
According to the discussion with his wife in the room, his wife's suggestion was for his father to risk going out to clear the vent outside.
But the man was reluctant, after all, it was his own father.
His wife tearfully expressed, what would happen to this family without him?
What if, like last time, strangers came and discovered their bunker, then what would they do?
What about the children?
