They exchanged a glance.
Though they had a lot to say, they were truly exhausted.
So, after briefly greeting each other, they returned to their rooms to wash up and sleep.
A night passed.
Still feeling sore all over, the two of them left their rooms.
They listlessly said good morning to each other.
Mona: "Didn't you sleep well?"
Zhou Yihu: "No, I slept quite well."
"Then you..."
The two stared at each other.
"I wonder how Ye Xuan is doing."
"Yeah."
Both of them felt conflicted.
Over the course of yesterday, they had first fought the Infected—no, they should have been called mutated monsters—then died, revived, and fought again.
Their minds had long since been pushed beyond their limits.
It was only because enemies had been present that they had forced themselves to hold on.
Now that there was no threat, once they relaxed, even after resting for a night, they still had not recovered.
Zhou Yihu was doing better. Although everything had started over after his rebirth, he was now a superhuman, and he also possessed the tough will forged through years of struggling in the apocalypse.
He could endure some physical discomfort.
Mona, on the other hand, was an ordinary person born in peaceful times who had never suffered much hardship, so she was having a miserable time.
The only reason she could still get up was sheer passion.
"Did you two not rest well yesterday?"
A logistics staff member came over early in the morning.
Seeing them like this, he could not help asking.
"Ah, no, I slept quite well."
"Me too."
"Then... was there somewhere we failed to accommodate you properly?"
"It's my own problem. I was too tired yesterday."
The logistics staff member nodded at that. He looked at Zhou Yihu, and after only