"We're here."
Bao Yuming stopped walking.
Lin Fan looked at the plain and unremarkable pub; with the end times arriving, no one came to this pub. From the damaged sign, one could see the name of the place.
[Forgotten]
Walking up, he pushed open the door made of rotting wood. A ding-dong sounded, the doorbell was still functional, and its clear sound seemed to stir one's heart, as if entering a dreamlike world.
"The environment is still quite alright, at least it hasn't been destroyed by the apocalypse; it's just a bit dusty."
Bao Yuming went to the table, wiping the surface and leaving a white streak, then moved to the wine cabinet to select a bottle. These wines were labeled, remnants from people during peaceful times left for preservation.
"This bottle looks good, do you like it?"
He held up a bottle, shaking it slightly, seeking Lin Fan's opinion.
