The small screen lit up.
The "ding-dong" sound was like a heavenly melody, instantly making Jiang Rong's heart tense up.
...
The room was spotlessly clean.
As if someone had cleaned it.
Everything was there.
But the person she most wanted to see was not.
Jiang Rong sat on the familiar bed, staring blankly at the wedding photo on the headboard.
The man in the photo had a cheerful smile, while she pursed her lips, her face tense.
She regretted not smiling more back then.
Now...
'They must have walked out on their own.'
After telling herself this, Jiang Rong felt much better.
As long as they were still alive, there was a chance.
She put down her backpack and started cleaning the house as she had done countless times before.
Sweeping, mopping, changing bed sheets and covers, washing clothes and curtains...
Being busy had this one benefit.
You forget everything else.
...
Downstairs, Li Xinlong looked at the zombie at the street corner with a slight frown.
