Expansion to 18
Jiang Huaijing was seeing Lin Mo store supplies with his own eyes for the first time. Silver particles materialized out of thin air, swiftly wrapping around the tables, chairs, washing machine, and dryer. In the blink of an eye, everything vanished. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he tactfully didn't ask any questions, silently following the others back onto the train.
Zhao Yiqi stared at the dryer now stored in the living room, grinning from ear to ear: "Great, great! With this thing, Mom doesn't have to worry about my clothes not drying anymore!"
These days in S City, the weather had been damp and cold, with the sun barely showing its face. Clothes left to dry for days wouldn't dry, and they dared not wash any large items—they'd just mold. He'd been forced to use a hairdryer to blast his underwear and socks dry, and he was fed up.
Compared to him, Zhou Li had it even harder. After the apocalypse hit, survival was the priority; laundry had been completely forgotten. Just barely getting by was a blessing.
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