"Mr. Li, is your health okay?"
In the pitch darkness, a lamp lit up inside a carriage. Cui Yongquan and Long Yue sat together in a carriage, inquiring about Li Qingmu's condition.
Li Qingmu's face always looked unwell, pale and bloodless, truly worrying.
Especially now, after this tiring journey, it might worsen his condition.
"No problem."
Li Qingmu glanced faintly at the pitch-black night outside. This street was the most bustling area here, lined with shops. In the past, it was filled with thousands of lights and a constant flow of people, but now it's dim, only the lights of some wealthy households unwilling to leave are still bright.
Ordinary citizens were willing to leave when asked; they hardly had any assets, taking along the small savings they've accumulated over the years was sufficient.
The wealthy refusing to leave? Then they must fend for themselves!
