The RV's small dining area was bathed in a warm, lazy glow as the midday sun filtered through the grimy, reinforced windows. The earlier hustle of scavenging, cleaning, and the joyful murmur of a half-forgotten lullaby had given way to a quieter routine. Lu Wuqi and Yun Qinguye had just finished clearing up after their humble lunch of noodles and hotpot—a meal that, despite its modest ingredients, warmed their hearts as much as their bodies. Yunyue, still rubbing sleep from her eyes, clung to the last remnants of a dream as she played quietly in a corner with a soft stuffed toy.
Lu Wuqi was in the habit of tidying up, methodically putting away the few remaining supplies and rechecking the inventory on the RV's digital system. Yun Qinguye, meanwhile, busied herself with washing the bowls and spoons at the small folding table that doubled as their dining space. The air was soft and still, punctuated only by the occasional hiss of the old heater and the gentle clatter of utensils.
