When they returned to the street, the oppressive feeling from underground instantly dissipated, and the rain drizzled on their faces with a cool freshness.
The two of them took a brief rest and then continued to explore the Jiajiale Supermarket and the office building in the town center.
The so-called supermarket could no longer be distinguished from the surrounding buildings.
The glass-embedded facade had become a gap, with the edges of the cement cracked into powder from freezing, which lifted into fine dust when stepped on, mixing with the rain fog to choke one's throat.
As they stepped inside, what the soles crushed wasn't broken glass but plastic that had been turned to powder by the sun.
It was probably the packaging bags from those bygone years, long since faded in color.
Looking up, the iron roof had been stripped completely, revealing the crisscrossed beams.
