After getting out of the RV, Zhu Huizhen's legs were trembling, terrified a zombie would suddenly leap out from the side.
Fortunately, it was peaceful inside the Song Family Manor. Every household's main gate was shut tight.
Zhu Huizhen covered her mouth, unable to stop a soft cry from escaping.
When she turned her head, wanting to plead with Xie Ning and the others again, she saw the RV speeding away without a backward glance, leaving her in the dust.
A flicker of anger ignited within her.
'What a cold, heartless girl. She's so uncompromising in her words and actions, leaving no room for discussion whatsoever.'
'How could the Old Song Family have produced such a monster.'
'Cold? Yes, she was.'
Xie Ning leaned back in her seat, gazing out the window.
After surviving twenty years in the apocalypse, coldness had become a protective shield, one that was now etched into her very bones.
If one had to find a word to describe her now...
...it would probably be... numb.
