"Zzzzzz—"
After finishing the last sip of her hot cocoa, Jiang Yan's walkie-talkie sprang to life, and Ye Qing's voice sporadically transmitted from inside:
"Jiang Yan, we've encountered a meteor strike over here, how are things on your end?! Are you okay?!"
She had given everyone military walkie-talkies, which under normal circumstances, could receive signals within a radius of several kilometers.
But now, probably because of the impact caused by the falling meteors, the signal was intermittent.
"I'm fine." Just as Jiang Yan finished speaking, the signal light went out.
After a while, the signal light came on again.
"Jiang Yan, where are you? I'll come find you!" Ye Qing's anxious voice came through, along with those of Song Qian and Su Dai, "Jiang Yan, are you okay?!"
Sounds of metal clanging "bang bang bang" came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.
"I'm very safe." Jiang Yan stood up, raised her head, and looked towards the ceiling, which began to darken.
