The setting sun signaled the coming of the night.
Chen Chen held the baby in his arms. He walked like the dead across the desolate wasteland, every step served as a reminder of what he had lost. However, when he looked at the snoring baby in his arms, he felt like there may be a glimmer of hope left.
Years of accumulated experience in the village had taught Chen Chen to scour for resources in his surroundings. He replenished his energy by drinking morning dew and eating wild vegetation. He did not know how long it had been since he embarked on this journey. The days felt like years. So much time had passed that Chen Chen had become numb to every pain in his body.
Just as his body was about to give out, he suddenly arrived at a long, winding highway.
The discovery of the highway brought forth another tiny slither of hope. He walked along the roadside and soon heard distant rumbling coming from behind him.