Shi Ying held onto it, feeling a refreshing coolness in her palm, gradually easing her body heat.
At this moment, a loudspeaker blared from the city:
"——The esteemed Divine Envoy Lin Yin said! Those lacking materials can pray to the Dawn Angel, maybe the angel will respond to us..."
Upon hearing the announcement, the nearby refugees halted their weary steps, closed their numb and despairing eyes, and prayed for the heavens to rain Strawberry Crisp.
Shi Ying noticed the elderly woman standing motionless and asked, "Aren't you going to pray?"
"Alas." The elderly woman shook her head:
"Even the angel could get tired, saving only a few hundred, a few thousand, but what about all the others?"
"I truly envy those living in the Central State. The best houses, the most valuable land, the most abundant resources... and we have nothing, our life is just begging and praying."
Shi Ying sighed inwardly, glanced at the rough-skinned, frail-looking elderly woman, and turned to leave.
