The evening sea breeze was exceptionally refreshing, and occasionally a fish would leap out of the water. Black smoke was constantly rising from the shore, and from a good distance away one could smell the delicious scent of grilled fish.

Feng Yi was quite proficient in grilling meat, but he felt that his situation had progressively gotten worse. Initially, he was chatting with Old Li inside the transport shuttle and discussing strategies with his many comrades. But in just a few months, everyone had either gone or scattered. He was left fighting alone - well, at least he still had five comrades, albeit they weren't exactly what he would consider comrades.

He often wondered if he was a spokesperson for misfortune. Many of his brothers had died during the transit on the shuttle, more troops perished after returning to the Armoured Infantry Division. After two days of chaotic battle, he felt that he couldn't make any difference and decided to withdraw to Stan City.

Gazing out to the sea, Feng Yi's hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes were somewhat lost in a daze...

Jasmine quietly sat beside Feng Yi, hugging her knees. She could see a trace of fatigue on Feng Yi's gloomy face, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

"Heh, just enjoying the scenery."

"You definitely have something on your mind. Share it, besides reporting news I'm good at counseling too." Jasmine tried to find a common topic, twirling her smooth hair. "If you feel pressure about something, share it with us. Don't keep your emotions bottled up."

"Thank you, but there's really nothing wrong." Feng Yi shook his head with a wry smile.

Jasmine mumbled, pouting her little mouth, and didn't continue to press further. Sometimes she didn't know what to say. Their survival up to this point was due to Feng Yi's team. The coastline rocks were extraordinarily hard, and it was Feng Yi who forcefully carved out caves with a mechanical arm. Food and water also depended on him. She often thought about what she would have done if she hadn't met Feng Yi's team.

As for this man who had saved her, Jasmine felt a special connection. Hence, when his refreshing face occasionally showed a gloomy side, she felt the urge to understand him more and provide him more comfort.

But, this man of steel seemed quite independent, never revealing his inner thoughts. Feng Yi would sometimes draw symbols on the ground that she didn't understand at all. It seemed like a topographic marker, yet it also seemed like he was secretly planning something. Indeed, Jasmine knew that her few companions could not offer significant help. Apart from occasionally discussing some issues with the driver, Feng Yi rarely sought help from the remaining three.

Although the three had only graduated a few years ago, they knew a bit about survival in the wild. For instance, certain times should be avoided when grilling meat, water should be conserved, and one should only wash their body every three days in special times - no, even once a week would be acceptable. Or the fact that seawater was undrinkable.

This was probably a woman's senseless nature. If Feng Yi knew about Jasmine's thoughts, he might faint on the spot from rage. Thinking about drinking water? Washing every week? When water was scarce, one would even have to resort to drinking urine, although he had never tried it, he would undoubtedly make that decision under extreme circumstances.

"Hey, young couple over there, the fish is ready." The uncle, with an all-knowing smile on his face, called the two to come over for dinner.

"What, what are you daydreaming about, let's go get some food..." Jasmine plucked up the courage, her face slightly red, she unexpectedly took Feng Yi's hand when he was unprepared.

"Ah, hey..." Feng Yi was abruptly pulled to his feet, stumbling forward.

The uncle and the other two war journalists, although smiling, did not say anything. Jasmine noticed this and wanted to let go of Feng Yi's hand but instead gripped it even tighter, seemingly trying to establish a certain relationship. This left Feng Yi somewhat speechless, but pulling one's hand free from a girl could seem a bit ruthless.

Jasmine found her strategy surprisingly effective. At first, she was somewhat timid, but eventually, she boldly handed Feng Yi the largest grilled fish with a bright smile on her face, "Open, open your mouth."

"Ahem, let's feed ourselves." Feng Yi showed an awkward expression and reached out to take it, but Jasmine playfully pulled her hand back.

"Ah… open your mouth."

This… this is simply the winner of life! The young journalist on the side rolled his eyes.

Everyone at the bonfire was discussing their next plan on the lit coast. The four staff members, who had never experienced this kind of life before, though somewhat knowledgeable, unanimously voted to stay here and wait for the support forces of Big Macs.

But Feng Yi was not the type to sit idle, he planned to leave the place soon, and it was best if everyone else stayed behind.

As soon as he said this, everyone except the uncle was surprised. After Stan City was taken over by the Saudis, it had become a tumultuous area. It was safest here, so what plans did Feng Yi have?

Feng Yi did not hide anything and told them he had been studying the geography in the last few days. He did have a plan, but it would be a long story. Actually Feng Yi could survive anywhere, but the few journalists were a different story. The violent lifestyle of Stan City was not conducive to them.

Jasmine was hundred percent reluctant. She even thought about going with Feng Yi. But no matter what, that would only increase Feng Yi's pressure. They might not see each other again after this farewell. So, no matter what, Jasmine wanted to give Feng Yi her home address and landline, and requested that Feng Yi must call her in the future. With no other option, Feng Yi could only agree.

Looking closer, he was astonished. This girl actually came from somewhere in the Solar System. Funnily enough, he too had plans to visit the Solar System sometime in the future, and there was a chance they might meet again someday. Of course, the premise was that he survived the battlefield.

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