I pushed open the restaurant door and felt the cold winter wind. I hunched my shoulders.
I turned around without thinking and saw the waiter's back. He quickly disappeared into the restaurant kitchen, never to be seen again.
I could still see the television screen from the restaurant entrance, but the angle was wrong. All I saw was a child in a school uniform, and I had no idea what the news was showing.
I raised my hand and looked at my palm. An odd feeling lingered in my heart.
I walked all the way back to the fat guy's house. The two of them were still dozing.
I woke them up, opened the takeout bag, and turned on the TV.
The local station's midday news was covering recent exhibitions in Minqing. There was nothing about social issues.
I changed the channel and finally found a report related to us.
The hospital's pediatric building appeared on the screen, along with the blue plastic sheets the police had put up to block the view and protect the scene.
The reporters still didn't know the details of the incident, and the casualty count was only a rough estimate.
I froze with a bun in my hand.
Those people had bodies. I could bring them back to life with my ability.
Chen Yihan knew about it, as did those special police officers. But Chen Yihan hadn't come to me again since then.
Did they not plan to bring these people back?
I didn't know what Chen Yihan intended to do. I just thought of those children, and of Han Yun, and felt a pang of regret.
But I couldn't say I was heartbroken.
I wasn't married, and I didn't have children. Even my younger sister was already an adult. It was hard for