Hoo...
Hoo...
Cheng Ye was breathing heavily, never imagining that he would one day crave the fresh air so much.
Yes, air has a taste and qualities of its own.
In the Buffer Zone, vegetation was extremely scarce, and with the sewage pipes constantly clogging, a faint sour and rotten smell lingered in every corner except the inspection stations.
Over the past few days since crossing over, he had already grown accustomed to this smell, almost forgetting what "fresh" was supposed to be like.
But now, stepping into the Wilderness outside the city, the air, filled with the fragrance of plants and the scent of damp soil, was like a fresh spring, instantly washing away the stuffiness accumulated in his lungs.
It was as if he had entered another world; every breath carried a clear freshness that penetrated to the bone, so refreshing that it made one want to shout.
"Go ahead and shout, because there won't be another chance ahead."
