“Thanks to you, she’s much better now. She should recover soon.”

Gu Man’s voice was soft and gentle.

Song Lufeng let out a breath of relief.

His tone also eased.

“The sun has risen in the base. She is radiant, dazzling.”

Gu Man thought he was talking about the artificial sun—technically, he was indeed referring to a sun.

But this sun was not the same as that sun.

“That’s good. That means it’s warmer over there.”

In modern life, people rarely had the chance to experience real cold.

There was always either air conditioning or heating, or else people wore down jackets and padded coats.

Temperatures weren’t that low either—most regions dropped only to around minus five in winter. Wrapped in a warm quilt, watching a drama or reading a novel, life was blissfully cozy.

But in the frozen apocalypse? Temperatures dropped to over minus two hundred. Now, with the artificial sun rising inside the base, it was around zero degrees.

For modern people, that would still be unbearable.

But for those in the base, these were the most comfortable, the best days they’d had in three years.

Not to mention—there was now light.

Light from the sun.

Humans are naturally drawn to light. It’s written into our genes.

“I’ll send you cotton clothes and quilts now. That way you’ll be even warmer.”

“Mm.”

Song Lufeng thought, I already feel very warm now. Extremely warm.

Gu Man sent over the cotton clothes and quilts.

Sets of padded clothing came in tops and bottoms, complete with hats, gloves, and cotton shoes—warm, thick, well-made, and not bulky at all.

The quilts were large and thick, with a plush side against the skin—soft and comforting.

To receive the clothes and quilts, everyone showed utmost reverence.

They cleaned out the blast-proof hall, swept the floor spotless, then laid down clean steel plates.

The people tasked with moving the clothes and quilts scrubbed their hands and faces spotless, and even changed into clean clothes.

Those notified to come collect them had already washed their hands and faces clean.

The base’s temperature was high enough to melt ice into water. Though the water was toxic and not drinkable, it was still usable for washing.

Those who were more particular even wiped down their whole bodies with the icy water.

When queuing, everyone’s faces beamed with smiles.

Though their clothes were ragged, patched over and over countless times, they still tried to keep themselves neat and presentable.

Once people had flesh on their bones again, they also regained their sense of dignity.

No one wanted to be looked down on.

“Cotton clothes and quilts are here!”

Someone shouted in the crowd.

Every gaze turned at once.

Wow!

The first person to receive the clothes and quilt strutted out, chest puffed, grinning ear to ear, holding his treasures with pride.

It was like a warrior dragging home a slain beast, a champion with a gold medal, or a general returning in triumph.

Everyone else looked on in envy.

The numbers for receiving clothes were drawn randomly, and the first lucky one instantly became the object of everyone’s admiration.

He could brag about this for decades!

“Look at that coat—looks so warm!”

“And that quilt, so fine and thick!”

“When he walked past me just now, I could feel the warmth—at least fifteen degrees!”

“Can you imagine how comfortable it must be to wear and sleep in those?”

“This is disposable cotton, worth more than a tier-seven crystal core!”

“In terms of rarity, it’s even more precious than crystal cores—those we can still hunt for. Cotton… only the Savior can grant us that!”

The crowd chattered excitedly, eagerly waiting.

Soon, the second person received their set. They walked several circles through the crowd, afraid no one would notice, basking in everyone’s envy before finally leaving.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth…

After the distribution, the base forum exploded.

People couldn’t wait to share and show off their new cotton clothes and quilts.

【Amazing, comrades! You can’t imagine how warm this coat feels!】
【I’m already wearing mine, brother. I feel exactly the same.】
【My quilt is beige, with embroidery… these must be daisies. Our ancestors’ craftsmanship is incredible, I’m crying!】
【By that time, they already had machine embroidery, okay? I say it’s their aesthetic sense that was unmatched! Ahhh, my blue quilt, I love it!】
【I’ve already crawled in. It feels like being hugged by my mom!】
【My mom never hugged me, but the quilt’s embrace is good enough!】
【God, how can you even bear to lie down? I’ve just been sitting here for three hours smelling the cotton—it already feels warm…】
【Comrades, check out how cool I look in this!】
【Super cool! That outfit is incredible!】

…

“City Lord, don’t I look handsome?”

Shuweng, who had just posted on the forum, came running in like the wind in his new cotton outfit.

“City Lord, City Lord, am I handsome? Tell me, am I?”

“Hurry, take a photo of me so the Savior can see and praise me!”

Shuweng struck a pose, insisting Song Lufeng take a picture.

Song Lufeng gave him a glance.

Young, handsome.

In looks, Shuweng easily won.

But personality…

Shuweng’s personality was like a beam of light.

Song Lufeng really didn’t feel like taking the photo.

“City Lord, take it! Hurry up!”

Shuweng urged without a hint of awareness.

Shi Zhuang shook his head at the sight. Ah, ignorant youth.

He pulled Shuweng into a pose.

“City Lord, go ahead and take it now.”

Shi Hai also squeezed over.

“Include this old man in the photo too.”

Lu He quietly came closer.

Du Guan stood at the back.

Bai Shuang smiled gently and pulled the shy Qi Wan, who was dressed in a cotton coat, into the group.

Everyone laughed brightly.

Click.

Song Lufeng took a photo and sent it to Gu Man.

“Everyone has put on the cotton clothes you sent.”

Gu Man received it and then sent over three more sets of cotton clothes.

“These are for you.”

Everyone stared at the customized cotton outfits on the table, along with scarves and shoes.

Their hearts ached with envy.

“Lord, how come your three sets of clothes aren’t the same as ours?”

“They look even cooler. Why don’t you give me a set instead?”

Shu Weng reached out to grab them.

But Song Lufeng held him back.

“You’re still young.”

Shu Weng protested,

“I’ll grow up.”

“You’re short.”

Shu Weng: “…”

Ugh, the Lord is bullying me!
That’s not fair!

Shi Zhuang patted his shoulder.
Lu He patted his shoulder.

Shi Hai laughed: “At least you’ve got courage.”

Shu Weng: “Are you all making fun of me?”

Everyone burst out laughing, quickly denying,
“No, no.”

Ah, silly boy, didn’t you notice the storm gathering on the Lord’s face just now?

You actually dared to snatch food from a tiger’s mouth.

Those were clothes personally gifted by the Savior to the Lord!

Didn’t you see how much the Lord cherished those three sets of clothes earlier, treating them as priceless treasures?

Song Lufeng took in everyone’s reactions completely.

For other matters, he could be generous.

But not with this.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly—he was in an excellent mood.