Little Bun saw Tang Mo waving, but the horrifying state of the boy who had just died made her hesitate.
To the children in the warehouse, that open door wasn't just the difference between inside and outside, but two different worlds.
If they stepped out, they didn't know what kind of dangers they would face.
But staying inside wasn't necessarily any better; it was like being a frog in slowly boiling water.
Every child here, no matter how old, knew in their heart that sooner or later, they would die in this place.
But Little Bun was different...
She looked past Tang Mo, her gaze fixed on another warehouse farther away.
'I have someone more important there. My sister is so naive; she can't survive without me.'
In those few seconds, Little Bun thought about many things far beyond what a five-year-old should be able to consider.
Finally, she stood up, walked past the children still sitting stunned on the floor, and headed toward Tang Mo.
