The next morning, though it was already eight o'clock, the sky was still a hazy gray.
A masked Zhao Pu came up to remind Qin Ziwen, "Leader, the sandstorm just passed. There are a lot of suspended particles in the air. It's best to wear a mask when you go out these next few days, or you could easily get a respiratory illness."
Qin Ziwen found some masks in a drawer and distributed them to the members of his Home who were heading out.
He went down the stairwell, but stopped as soon as he reached the first floor.
He had discovered that there was nowhere to even set foot outside the first-floor entrance.
The building's main entrance on the first floor was shut tight. Through the glass door, he could see a layer of sand and dirt piled up nearly half a meter high.
Footsteps sounded from behind him. The female university students from Room 202 came downstairs and couldn't help but groan at the sight of such a thick layer of dirt.
