"If the snowstorm keeps going like this, it seems that it'll be really hard for the large shelters in the east to survive! They can't afford to have a large war between races—they rely on chopping trees and hunting mutant creatures. How can they possibly hold on?"
Lying in bed, he observed that the people crying pretty much all had Huaxian names, and Su Mo's head started hurting involuntarily.
The game's delivery was very inconsistent.
In some places, there could be dozens of people put together in one go based on their familial relationships.
In some other places, they would be completely alone, just like Su Mo.
"It's lucky that my Su family was handed down solely to me. Moreover, being in the big city these few years, there haven't been many familiar relatives to drag me down. Otherwise… it'd be really difficult!"