It was already noon when Ning Dai woke up. The sky was gray, and the air was filled with the smell of volcanic ash.
Muffled thunder came from the gloomy dark clouds. The mud rain in the early morning had ended, but it did not take away the aura of death caused by the volcanic eruption.
The terrifying scene from yesterday made her heart hurt to the extreme, and her eyes were filled with grief that could not be dissolved.
Ning Dai subconsciously called out Mo Chen's name. She got off the bed and was about to look for him. She wanted to see him alive, and she wanted to find his corpse if he was dead. She needed to see a result.
A pair of large hands pressed Ning Dai back onto the bed, and Zhang Feng's voice seemed to come from the horizon.
"You should rest first. I've already called for a professional rescue team to participate in the search and rescue. The volcanic eruption might still continue, so don't take any risks."
