In the distance, another bomb was dropped.
This wasn't the kind of real yet fake bombing seen in movies; this was truly happening right before your eyes, the roaring sound so loud it could deafen someone.
This isn't a disaster film; this is a real disaster.
Luo Jun was right there in the ruins, leaning against a half-collapsed precarious wall. By the firelight, he stood there calmly, reading a newspaper, as if everything around him was unrelated, his demeanor leisurely as if he were waiting for Liu Tao to finish watching a movie outside a cinema.
Soon, the planes circling above flew away, and Luo Jun still hadn't finished reading his newspaper. He turned a page, looked up at the sky.
"It's so annoying, day after day."
After saying that, Luo Jun patted the dust off himself, found a bright spot lit by the fire, and continued reading the newspaper.
Finishing one sheet, he went on to another, moving to a new bright spot when the fire at one place burned out.
