Tang Xiaoquan pondered for a long while, but couldn't find a solution to his worries, so he simply chose to give up. Everything would have to wait until he was out of this damn quarantine room to find a breakthrough.
After another bout of random thoughts, Tang Xiaoquan remembered that he still had a notebook with him. He called a guard over and retrieved a ballpoint pen, then returned to his seat.
Another almost two weeks of post-apocalyptic life had passed, and in that time, Tang Xiaoquan's experiences were nothing short of extraordinary.
From the near-death investigation at the bottom of the building, to his first meticulously thrilling creation; from Wei Yang father and daughter's separation by death; to Old Zhao's unwavering commitment.
The word "humanity" added several new perspectives to Tang Xiaoquan's heart.
Perhaps humans are inherently selfish; we hunt animals for delicious food, harm companions for personal gain, and even curse over trivial matters.
