Zhao Bai did not answer her question. Instead, he stared nervously at Miss Ke. The Third Herrscher's expression was extremely unnatural, pale violet lightning curling around her hair as her slender hand slowly clenched into a fist.
"Healing... you mean... this is a disease?"
"This is zombification. What do you think?"
Morning light rose, and time itself seemed to pause at that moment. Miss Ke's pupils still carried that vacant grayish-white hue, her pale lips remaining tightly shut.
"Wake up already."
Zhao Bai gripped the bloodstained insulated food container tightly, his palm drenched in sweat.
"What a boring thing to do."
The Third Herrscher folded her arms and turned her head away in a huff, refusing to look at Zhao Bai again.
Yet she secretly watched everything from the corner of her eye.
It felt as though a century had passed before something finally changed.
Her grayish-white eyes blinked slightly, and a liveliness that did not belong to the dead emerged in her pupils. Miss Ke finally woke up.
She was utterly confused.
Why had she not died? Where had all these charred corpses on the ground come from? Why was Big Brother smiling so brilliantly, and why was that Big Sister so terrifying?
The little girl's heart was filled with questions.
What confused her most was Zhao Bai's behavior.
He took out the bloodstained lunchbox and placed the still-warm spicy beef ramen in Miss Ke's hands.
The Third Herrscher smiled disdainfully.
"Ramen that soaked for an entire night? The noodles have all clumped together, and this is it? This is the crucial factor in saving someone?"
"A chef has a chef's methods."
Under the Third Herrscher's mocking gaze, Zhao Bai reached into his subspace and kept feeling around. Her ridicule was nothing more than a passing cloud to him,