C482 Chapter 482
After Zhuang Mei had left, everyone proceeded to freshen up. They were early sleepers; typically, by a little after seven in the evening, the lights would be out.
The base's residents were frugal to a fault. Wastefulness was a foreign concept here, which contributed to a longstanding atmosphere of harmony.
The night breeze came in gusts. Unbeknownst to anyone
