As time passed by, Yun Qinguye remembered the handgun which was used so harshly in the fights before and she thought about cleaning it. Yun Qingyue moved to a small workbench in the RV's kitchenette and set the handgun down gently. The cool metal of the gun shone softly in the dim light. Every step of the cleaning process was done with care, as if she were tending to something very precious. First, she removed the magazine with a crisp sound that echoed in the quiet space. She then checked the chamber by pulling back the slide to make sure no round was left inside.
In this dangerous world, every tool was a lifeline that could save their life at critical moments. Yun Qinguye obviously cares for a tool in which their survival depends on.
