In the middle, there are three plastic chairs and a small square table with two glass cups on top, one of which contains half a cup of water.
A telescope stands by the window.
It's not the military kind; it's an old astronomical telescope for stargazing, with its tube wrapped in several layers of adhesive tape.
Beside the telescope lies a notebook, with sketches of flowers and plants, seemingly documenting mutated flora. Nearby are a few books, flipped through by Su Huan, containing pre-apocalyptic plant-related writings without any markings.
"How did you get in here?"
Xiaoya approached holding two green fruits.
The fruits were the size of ordinary apples, but holding them took much effort for her small hands.
Xiaoya was somewhat nervous, lifting the two fruits, "Are these two fruits okay?"
Su Huan took the fruits, glanced at them, and critiqued coldly, "The fruits are wrinkled; they must have been stored for a long time. They're not enough."
"Then wait, I have more."
