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Lin Qing threw a piece of wood onto the campfire, and a few sparks shot up with a crackling sound, making the flames a bit more vigorous.
Using fire for illumination remains the most reliable method.
In this city, abandoned furniture is everywhere, just break a couple of pieces, and it can serve as fuel for the night.
And she really liked the flames, especially the relationship between fire and civilization.
Perhaps beneath the ground where she sat, a fusion reactor was tirelessly working, providing essential energy for the entire subway station, but it could malfunction and go out at any time... Once it shuts down, it will have no hope of being restarted.
This fire was different; no matter how many times it went out, she had the confidence to kindle a new flame.
"What's up, can't sleep?" Someone walked up to her, handing her a cup of hot water.
"Uncle Li." Lin Qing glanced at the person, "You can't sleep either?"
