No, I'm afraid you've died.
Jiang Lai looked up and met his gaze.
"Hmm, don't you think you're incredibly unlucky?"
"Not really, I've been pretty lucky."
Jiang Lai didn't want to chat with him, instead focusing on wiping his face diligently, only to suddenly realize that Lin Yan had been staring at her.
His gaze was off, like someone examining meat on a chopping board in a market.
"How did your ex-boyfriend die?"
"Bitten to death by a zombie."
"How did you handle it?"
"Shot him in the head."
By this point, Jiang Lai had almost finished cleaning, and looking at the injured leg in front of her, she realized there's not much else she could do.
"Can you treat it yourself?"
"Need stitches, I can do it."
Jiang Lai couldn't stand such bloody scenes, so she stood up to leave.
Lin Yan added in an eerie tone from behind.
"However, there's a high possibility of dying, considering the large blood loss."
