"So, that's probably everything."
The old man finally said it all, and he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, not only because the pressure in his heart was released, but also because after so many years, there were still humans living in the outside world, and they even had the ability to cross one defensive line after another and stand in front of him.
It was an indescribably complex emotion; the history of humanity was full of suffering and hardships, yet it persisted tenaciously, just like the impurities in gold, no matter the intense fires and repeated refinement, it still remained within.
Lorenzo and Watson fell into silence, as the true history slowly unfolded before their eyes. Although there were many blanks, probably due to the limitations of the old man's memory, it was already almost a complete record of the development of the disaster.
"Speaking of which, I've never asked you guys, how is the outside world now?" the old man asked.
