Although tired, Zhao Fuling did not sleep peacefully.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, lingering on the tip of her nose and bringing it into her dreams.

In her dreams, she once again returned to the apocalyptic battlefield of her previous life, and her usual dreams were fragmented and messy, but this time, it seemed to be a re-experience of the past.

This day was the day when the first small survivor base established by mankind was breached.

The city was shattered and scattered, and countless mutants bared their fangs and headed towards the defenseless and weak humans. Everyone defended and retreated, and many people were forced out of their abilities in danger.

Zhao Fuling's younger brother is like this.

It's just that he has just come of age, and he is still a half-sized child in mind. He has never been systematically trained, and he has just had the ability to go to war.

In a panic, he was bitten on the arm by the mutant, and then was forced to be involved in the wave of corpses.

When Zhao Lingling caught up, the other party had long since disappeared.

The war was bloody and brutal, and countless people lost their parents, children, and lovers.

The cruelty of war and the will to survive forced all children born in peacetime to grow up overnight.

And Zhao Fuling's younger brother never came back......

Zhao Fuling's eyes opened suddenly, and a fierce killing intent echoed in the room.

She stared at the edge of the small, shabby white bed, and didn't speak for a long time.

In the past three years, she has experienced a lot of life and death, and she has long been able to remain silent about the gradual departure of her relatives.

But the moment her brother was swept up in the tide of corpses, he was forever like a thorn, stuck in her heart.

It was the first time in her life, hating herself for not being strong enough, hating herself for being powerless!

The smell of blood had faded in the air, and the sky was bright, with the occasional sound of birds chirping.

Zhao Fuling suppressed the surging killing intent carved into the bone marrow, and slowly turned her head to look at the door.

The door was lightly closed, and sunlight shone through the cracks, reflecting a diamond on the ground. The shadows of the trees outside the window create a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Rare good weather.

She calmed down before getting up, but when she sat up, she found that she was covered with a thin shirt.

Long and wide, the color is as white as snow, almost the hallmark of Li Jingmo.

Zhao Fuling turned her head and looked inside, the bed was already empty, and the blood stains on the ground had been cleaned up, and Li Jingmo was nowhere to be found.

She got up, put her clothes aside, pulled the door open and walked outside.

It rained heavily last night, so the sky is exceptionally clear today, as if it has been washed, clear and translucent.

The sun shone on her body, and it was warm, which made Zhao Lingling inexplicably want to be lazy.

The negative emotions were all swept away by the daylight, and she leaned against the doorway with her eyes half-closed, enjoying the peace of the moment. It wasn't long before footsteps could be heard not far away.

Zhao Fuling lifted her eyelids and saw Li Jingmo walking from the direction of the small kitchen with a bowl of medicine.

Today, no one helped him tie his hair, and his waterfall-like hair was scattered behind him. Because of wearing a azure gown, the steps show a bit of elegance and elegance in the sense of "rain over the sky and blue clouds".

Zhao Fuling looked at him and thought to herself, finally changed into clothes of other colors, which was very suitable for today's weather.

When Li Jingmo approached, Zhao Fuling moved her gaze to the other party's eyes that covered Bai Aya as usual, and asked, "How does Du Gongzi feel?"

Li Jingmo stopped at the foot of the steps, he raised his head slightly, and "looked" at Zhao Fuling precisely.

Zhao Fuling knew that his senses had always been keen, and he didn't think much about it when he saw him facing him, just waiting for the other party to reply with a lazy expression.

Li Jingmo paused for a moment before softly spitting out two words: "Very good."

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