Led by a soldier, the three went to a tent specifically for providing food and prepared to eat.

However, due to different eating habits, all three of them had great difficulty eating, but they still tried their best to swallow.

They all knew that this meal might be the best they would eat for a long time to come. Through their conversation with the driver on the way here yesterday, they learned that the area they were about to visit was currently experiencing very difficult living conditions.

Due to the civil war, the area was in the heart of the conflict, and public safety, transportation, and daily supplies were disrupted, making life extremely difficult.

Ultimately, due to humanitarian considerations and third-party mediation, the government forces and the rebels reached a consensus that the government forces could deliver essential food and drinking water to civilian areas through small teams of a few dozen men.

Although only thirty vehicles are permitted to be transported...

Wen Ruan struggled to overcome her physical discomfort, swallowing large mouthfuls of food. The dry bread was smeared with some unknown sauce, and with each bite, Wen Ruan even had to drink some water to help it down—it was just too dry...

After the three finished their meal, they filled their water bottles with water in the tent and stuffed their backpacks with various kinds of dry bread, as well as candies and chocolates that they had packed in their bags when they came to Sahara, just in case.

Soon, whistles sounded throughout the camp. According to the soldiers, these were assembly whistles. The three of them were to head to a designated assembly point to board the vehicle, ready to depart at any time.

Finally, after all parties had finished their preparations, the vehicle slowly began to move.

Wen, Ruan, and the other two were arranged to be in the same vehicle. Due to the limited space, the three of them squeezed together in the seat behind the driver.

The cramped space was filled with a complex mix of emotions, making it hard for Wen Ruan to breathe. After getting permission from Oliver and the others, she opened the back window...

Outside the window, rolling mountains and shimmering rivers, with sunlight reflecting off them, create a series of beautiful scenes—provided one ignores the devastation ravaged the land...

If Oliver hadn't specifically asked her to research local information about Salvador beforehand, and to see pictures of the bustling crowds and past prosperity, and if she hadn't noticed many subtle details, Wen Ruan would have had a hard time recognizing that this was the same place she had seen in the pictures before...

The vehicle traveled for more than nine hours without stopping, and the driver took two shifts. Finally, at around 3 p.m., Wen Ruan and the other two arrived at their destination.

Artillery fire... rubble... smoke and dust rising... cries of agony echoing across the land...

This was Wen Ruan's first impression after getting off the bus.

Thirty vehicles came to a neat stop, and the soldiers jumped off. There were some women and children on the street before, but after they got off the vehicles, the street was deserted.

Their faces were covered in mud and dirt, and their clothes were tattered. Before they saw the convoy arrive, they were rummaging through the ruins for food, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

Homes were destroyed, lives were disrupted, and food and water became extremely scarce.

This place used to be a bustling area, but now it's a wasteland. Houses have been bombed into pieces, cars have been blown to smithereens, and the streets are full of dust and garbage.

They were once like most people in the world, with happy families and stable lives, but now they have nothing and can only struggle to find food under the rubble and bricks...

Wen Ruan stared blankly around, feeling as if the clear sky had suddenly vanished, replaced by a hazy, gray shadow...

The soldiers were busy unloading various supplies from the vehicles, preparing to place them at the temporary shelter, where they would be distributed in a centralized manner.

Wen, Ruan, and the other two also joined them.

Suddenly, Wen Ruan heard a rustling sound not far away. Looking up, she saw a little boy from Salvadoran, about six or seven years old, peering out from the rubble of the bombardment. He looked at the group of soldiers with guns with some fear, but when he saw the truckloads of supplies being unloaded, his eyes showed curiosity, and even a hint of anticipation...

The little boy looked at the boxes of food, licked his dry lips, and even from a short distance away, Wen Ruan could see him swallow.

Wen Ruan looked up and saw that his movement seemed to have been noticed by the little boy. He immediately pulled his head back, and Wen Ruan stared in that direction for a long time...

"Wen, what are you looking at? What happened?" Andy noticed that Wen Ruan had suddenly stopped and couldn't help but ask curiously, so he looked in the direction Wen Ruan was looking.

"It's alright, let's continue..." Wen Ruan said calmly, continuing to follow the others in moving supplies.

She found it hard to describe her feelings at that moment. She couldn't help but think about what she was doing when she was that little boy's age.

It seems like she's throwing a tantrum because she doesn't want to go to kindergarten, crying because she doesn't want to eat food she doesn't like, or perhaps feeling frustrated because she didn't receive her princess dress on time...

But what about them...?

Their expressions were so numb; smiles had been erased by war and hunger, replaced by exhaustion and despair. Their childhood should have been spent playing and learning, not searching for food in ruins.

But now, their lives have been completely changed, their future has been taken away, and their hearts have been traumatized...

Thinking of this, Wen Ruan couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.