Feng Moxi offered a faint smile. Unhurried, she found a large rock at the edge of the woods, sat down, and took off her outer jacket and pants, wringing a puddle of water from them.
Then, from the backpack that never left her side, she took out a squashed piece of bread and began to eat it slowly.
She contentedly enjoyed the warm afternoon sun.
She wasn't the least bit troubled by the perilous journey that lay ahead.
'Easy days like this are so much better than my past life.'
Chaoyang had been very busy as well. He had taken Feng Moxi's words to heart, sending men everywhere to look for anyone acting suspiciously. But the Apocalypse was a different world from the one that came before.
Trying to find a single person was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
What he never expected was that after just three days of not visiting the Ouyang Family,
Feng Moxi had vanished without a trace.
