The End of the World: Chaos

In this quiet and strange atmosphere, Ruth's eyebrows revealed an inexplicable fluctuation, as if a storm was about to hit. She sighed as a matter of course, then turned her eyes to Steve and asked with a hint of curiosity: "Why are you here?"

Steve was speechless for a moment, his heart surging: "In this fluctuating atmosphere where every grain of sand is like a grain of sand, how can I not be here?"

"Where's Yang Yi?" Steve asked unexpectedly during the silence, his tone showing deep concern. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for all the unknowns that were to come.

"He - went out." Xika seemed quite calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

"Gone out?" Steve found it hard to accept this. His brows were furrowed and his heart was surging.

This situation seemed to be completely different from what he had imagined. It did not seem to be the result of Yang Yi's willful behavior, but a more complicated situation.

"I haven't been home for a day, and I still don't know when I can come back." Xika said slowly in a relaxed tone as usual, as if he didn't care where Yang Yi was going.

"Do you have any way to contact him?" Steve asked, his heart tightening, his eyes flashing with urgency.

"We can't get in touch with him. All the communication equipment has failed. We can't leave here either. We can only wait for a while." Xika's tone revealed a sense of stability. "We firmly believe that Yang Yi will eventually notice all this and will definitely come to us. It will be fine by then."

At this moment, Steve felt helpless. Xika's attitude made him feel a little at a loss. She seemed to take the matter too simply, but Yang Yi, who had not returned for a long time, was probably facing endless crises at this time.

"Can you tell me how to contact Yang Yi?" Steve tried hard to bring his thoughts back to reality and find a new topic. His eyes fell on Sika and Ruth, hoping to get a clue.

"Phone, the catastrophe at this time, is nothing more than this." Ruth said lightly, and then said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Steve, what do you think the information is for? Can you leave here? You have reached your limit, and you know it very well."

Steve was speechless. It was true. Wu had fallen like ashes and was no longer able to recover. After thinking about it again and again, he realized that it was futile.

"Come, sit for a while. When you feel dizzy, you won't have to lie in the cold." Ruth invited with concern, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Steve was silent, as if chasing fleeting thoughts in his mind, and whispered: "Now it is not only difficult for me to step out again, but it is precisely to leave you a glimmer of hope."

Seeing his solemn expression, Xika said soothingly: "Everything has its destiny, why worry about it? Maybe there will be light in the end, don't worry."

In this quiet space and time, the three of them were forced to gather in this small space, and the surroundings changed with the strange fluctuations, as if time had stopped. Every moment was an intersection of countless possibilities.

"Can Yang Yi really realize our situation?" Steve couldn't hide his worry.

"I only know that he told me that he had no intention of lying." Xika said softly, his eyes shining like stars, "He must be able to sense the fluctuations. No matter where he is, his heart has returned."

"Can we just sit there and wait?" Steve forced a smile with a hint of bitterness.

"What I said is, I just hope everyone will be safe and help him along the way." Sika's voice was like a gentle breeze, which seemed to give Steve some courage.

Ruth also joined in at this moment. Her voice was like clear spring water, breaking the awkward silence: "Why don't we do something and pray for him, maybe he can come back soon."

"You're right." Steve nodded slightly. Although he still looked helpless, a glimmer of hope was growing deep in his heart.

So, they began to prepare for Yang Yi's return. Although this action seemed to be of no help, the sustenance of the soul was hope, and the wish was the future. The three of them smiled at each other, as if the domineering spirit was condensing into a ball of light in this small space, bit by bit.

"Then, where should we start?" Ruth's eyes flickered slightly, and the light was like the stars in the night sky.

“Maybe we should start by tidying up the environment here. Once it’s tidy, the atmosphere will be different.” Xika took a deep breath, a determined look on his face.

"Good idea." Steve said to himself, as if he also gained some strength from this insignificant action.

"Let us join forces to get through this moment, calling on each other's courage and faith." No matter how bleak the situation is at the moment, the light of hope illuminates them.

As dusk gradually fell, the moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the ground, and their steps extended silently, disappearing suddenly in this impermanent time. In the interweaving of light and darkness, they wove a new journey, as if their hearts were also closely connected in this fluctuation.