Huo Jingyuan's gaze was gentle. He smiled at Wen Ci and explained unhurriedly, "Living Yama is far more intimidating than War God."
The underworld is where people go after they die, and King Yan is considered the highest authority there. That's why his nickname is the Living Yama.
Listening to Huo Jingyuan's explanation, Wen Ci thought it made sense. She reached out and turned on the kerosene lamp in the room; she still had to watch TV tonight.
"What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"I'll go to the canteen and get you some food."
As soon as Huo Jingyuan left, Wen Ci took off her work uniform and put it in water to soak.
The hospital had issued everyone two sets of work uniforms. She had worn one home, intending to wash it. After finishing her chores, she climbed a ladder to the flat roof of the building.
In the distance, the setting sun was like molten gold, casting a sacred afterglow over the Gobi Desert.
'The Northwest has its charms, and so does Beijing.'
