18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 214

Stella whipped out her phone to record a video, contemplating that it might be a valuable record if they survive this apocalypse. Jasper hauled in a few more buckets of water. Stella dipped her hand in and sighed in relief; at least it was no longer scalding hot. The long-awaited downpour didn't cool the air but rather forced the underground heat to the surface.

Stella watched the torrential rain outside, her body drenched in sweat from the heat. This sensation was even more unbearable than the simple extreme heat. She felt like a barbecued chicken ready to be tossed into the smoker, just a few minutes away from being perfectly cooked. She couldn't stand it, so she switched on the air conditioning to preserve her sanity.

After washing her face, which was not scalded by the boiling rain but still flushed red, Stella applied a luxurious facial mask and offered one to Jasper, "Want one?"

Jasper showed no interest in the feminine skincare routine, "No, thanks."

She lifted her gaze to his face; his skin did not appear to have suffered any redness, probably due to its thickness.

She returned to her room and unknowingly, drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by Rosie's laughter, "A rainbow, look, it's a rainbow!"

Stella threw open the window. The rain had stopped, and a brilliant rainbow hung in the sky. The post-apocalyptic rainbow was incredibly beautiful.

Stella couldn't resist stepping out onto the terrace to admire the seven-colored arc hanging in the sky.

The sky was clear and the rainbow bridge emitted a captivating glow. If only she didn't look down to see the desolate and barren earth, it almost didn't feel like the end of the world.

She snapped a few photos, and Rosie, hugging the dog, struck a pose, "Take a picture with the rainbow, Stella."

Solo shots, group shots, family portraits - they covered all bases.

Jasper did not slack off; he collected a lot of rainwater and stored it in Arcadia.

the sofa and couldn't help but worry, "Stella, when will Rosie fully

days of rest, Rosie's condition had improved significantly, but the concussion was a different story. Some took days, some months, and some even years to recover, and some might even have lifelong complications. Stella didn't want Jasper to worry too much, so she

building was far from the others, and the soup she made was light, so there was no smell with the door

When Stella mentioned renovations, he jumped right into it. However, neither of them had any

massive amount of documents she had downloaded

flipped through the book, "Do

but felt it was unnecessary to use them for a house they would only live in for a year, especially since the materials couldn't be recycled. "We can just

mixed sand and lime uniformly, smoothed out the floor and then applied a layer of fine cement. The walls were smoothed out

cement, lime, waterproof paint and all the necessary renovation tools like a mixer, scraper, trowel, and angle fixer

trading street, she would bring back tools she thought they might need. Over the course of two years, they

they started their renovation work in the small

"You've been working hard on the cornfield recently. I

the tasks were not heavy, and he could use this opportunity to learn and

didn't have any talent in this area, so she didn't interfere. She helped by adding water to the mixture

they had the perfect excuse not to leave the house and focused

perfectly leveled, especially after the cement layer was smoothed out with a steel trowel. He repeated the process three times until the floor was as shiny as a

to our home, and your

lifestyle magazine that suggested good men were made through compliments, so Stella didn't

at her with his meaningful gazes and chuckled. Stella felt a little awkward and quickly

the house was finally completed. The gray floor and white walls looked plain and simple but in the post-apocalyptic world, it was a luxury. Jasper even hauled red bricks from the fourth building to build a stove in the kitchen.

housewarming ceremony. Even though they had plenty of

not large, as wasting food

a second

contentedly, "I'm so lucky to