The little girl silently shed tears. She wanted to say something, but without a tongue, she could only open her mouth and make a few broken, garbled sounds.
The little boy also pursed his lips pitifully.
"Lord Patriarch, does this big sister not like us? Did I do something wrong?"
The child's voice was filled with indescribable grievance as he looked at Gu Shishi in confusion.
"No, this big sister just..." Before Gu Shishi could finish, Jiang You said coldly,
"It's not that I don't like you. I don't like all of you. I'm not deliberately targeting you."
Jiang You sat on the back of the mutated calico cat. Her icy skin looked unnervingly pale in the sunlight, as though she could see through everything.
"Besides, you've already been in Dawn Tower for a long time. Acting so ignorant now is a little inappropriate."
She expressionlessly swept her gaze over the two children.
If she had never experienced such upheaval, Jiang You might have believed the innocence they displayed.
But they had already spent quite some time in Dawn Tower. Surely, they had suffered the bullying they were bound to experience long ago. Acting so naive now would only make people find it laughable.
A little brat who hadn't even grown up was trying to put on an act for her.
All the Gu family men had both their palms chopped off, while the women had their tongues cut out. Even the children had suffered the same fate.
It was tragic, but Jiang You felt no sympathy.
In the apocalypse, there was no right or wrong—only survival of the fittest.
The weak were meant to be fish on the chopping block.
That was the rule the Gu family had upheld when they stood at the top of the food chain.