A new day, destined to be a busy one, saw the survivors of the second shelter rise early to begin preparations for house renovations and repairs.
For Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan, painting walls, a technical task, was completely novel to these two outsiders.
Fortunately, with Old Zhao, the expert, guiding them, they managed to perform quite well.
Tang Xiaoquan even specially selected a blue paint as the main color for painting, with his own idea being to make Wei Yang and the others feel like they were swimming in the ocean after moving in.
His idea was good, but limited by their unfamiliar painting skills, it really left much to be desired.
Knock, knock, knock, three crisp knocks on the door shattered Li Huiru's cold heart like three heavy clubs. All night she maintained her initial curled-up position, and the thick, high-end wool blanket failed to bring her any warmth, leaving her trembling like a popsicle struggling inside a refrigerator.
