"Do you regret it?"
Cui Xiaofei looked bewildered, his head lowered, unable to answer the principal’s inquiry. His mind was filled with mories of leaving the martial arts school with them, pursuing the power to survive in the apocalypse.
He obtained the power, but the cost was not what he wanted.
"I might really regret it," Cui Xiaofei said softly. He ca to the Sunshine Shelter just to see the principal, soone he had always respected deeply.
"Sigh."
Duan Chenghu sighed. So things, once you take that step, are really hard to turn back from.
He knew Xiaofei had his own ideas.
And his own choices.
"Xiaofei, is there sothing you need to do?" Duan Chenghu was sure that Xiaofei ca here to find him for a reason. This feeling was strong, lingering in his heart.
"There’s nothing I need to do."
Cui Xiaofei shook his head, "I just ca to see you, Principal, nothing else."
Faced with such a situation, Duan Chenghu had many things he wanted to say but hesitated, unsure how to begin.
In the distance.
Lin Fan stood there bored, his toes kicking at the ground, layer by layer of soil being pushed aside. The spot beneath his feet gradually ford a mud pit, and if this continued, creating a fish pond wouldn’t be impossible.
Footsteps approached.
"Did he leave?" Lin Fan asked.
Duan Chenghu nodded, "Yes, he left."
"Alright then, his arrival really surprised ," Lin Fan said.
Duan Chenghu shook his head, appearing slightly worried, "That kid is just like this, always keeping everything buried in his heart. He once had a bright future, but he always hid his feelings. Even when he encountered problems, he rashly dealt with them on his own. If I had shown a bit more concern back then, maybe none of this would have happened."
Lin Fan gazed into the distance, silent for a long ti, "I think he’ll make the right choice. I should go out and clear the zombies now. I’m off."
He didn’t ask what Duan Chenghu and Cui Xiaofei talked about.
That was a conversation between ntor and student.
He didn’t want to ask, nor would he; everyone has their own secrets.
This was the bond between ntor and student, unaffected by external matters or people, even if the path Cui Xiaofei took wasn’t correct, it wouldn’t affect their relationship.
To Cui Xiaofei, he might be able to hurt anyone, but he would never hurt Duan Chenghu, who was a crucial person in his life. If soone asked him who he trusted the most, he wouldn’t say Lin Fan, but it would definitely be Duan Chenghu.
At this mont, Cui Xiaofei was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gently stroking the cover of a sealed book.
’The World of Love’ was the title of the book, yet it was also his inner sanctuary.
...
Nightti
Qing City.
"Ah... ah, she actually invited to dinner, and sent such a formal invitation."
The zombie emperor Wang Zixuan was in his room, dancing with excitent.
Although he and Zhao Yun lived in the sa place, such a formal invitation was truly a first.
Wang Zixuan rummaged through his belongings, finding a suit he thought looked good. As he continued evolving, his condition significantly improved, though he still had so zombie traits.
But these traits were slowly fading away.
He had body temperature, a heartbeat.
Even the distinctive zombie odor was dissipating.
Having found the clothes, he went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, took a nice bath, then styled his hair, put on the suit, and stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing himself.
Hoping to show his best side to Zhao Yun.
It’s just that his face was chubby, a little round, with a ponytail, wearing a suit, it looked rather odd, indescribably peculiar.
"Handso, really handso."
Wang Zixuan narcissistically talked to himself.
...
In the room next door.
Zhao Yun had already set up the place, a long table, covered with a tablecloth, candles lit, glasses of wine, simple yet tasteful.
She wore a gown; it was her first ti wearing a gown. In the past, during peaceful tis, she didn’t have the ans to wear one, but in the apocalypse, she was alive, protected by soone.
Maybe such a story wouldn’t be believed if told.
She was cared for by a zombie, protected, and very well at that, with genuine concern, evident to anyone.
As she was lost in thought, a knock on the door ca.
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, calming her heartbeat, and went to open the door.
"For you."
At the door, Wang Zixuan held a bouquet of roses, smiling, looking a bit excited.
"Thank you, co in."
Zhao Yun took the flowers, her cheeks slightly red. Every woman loves romance. Just as well, Wang Zixuan understood romance. In the past, during peaceful tis, Wang Zixuan was truly a charr online.
He was fond of online dating, always typing out unspeakable words behind a computer.
Whenever he delivered a well-crafted line of romantic words, he’d giggle foolishly, marveling at his own eloquence.
Once, he asked a master online, how to be romantic.
The master told him that romance is everywhere, but the most romantic thing is to rember the other person’s birthday, secretly send them a red envelope, and simply say, happy birthday.
This kind of romance was incomparable to any other.
He could forget his own birthday, but he would never forget the birthdays of the more than three hundred won on his contact list.
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