"Brother, are you feeling sick from motion sickness?"
Song Kerou looked at Song Ning with a face full of "concern," but inside she was gloating.
Every ti she saw her big brother like this, she knew he was thinking about that short-lived Song Wenwen again.
Every ti, she would say sothing at just the right mont.
She couldn’t believe that a living person like herself could be overshadowed by a dead one!
Every ti she thought of Song Wenwen turning into a filthy zombie, she couldn’t help but smile.
That so-called heiress who always suppressed her had finally turned into a zombie, just the thought of it made her feel satisfied.
Song Ning didn’t respond to Song Kerou; he didn’t want to speak, just quietly looked out the window.
He deeply regretted not having told the sister he had protected since childhood to protect herself well, had he known earlier, he should have told her from a young age that people needed to be a bit selfish.
His sister was still young, hadn’t graduated from college, and hadn’t even experienced a passionate romance.
Every ti he thought of this, he wished he could slap himself.
Song Wenwen was a goddess-level existence, receiving love letters since childhood, and to protect his sister from being hurt by scumbags, he collected all of them.
He even sent away all the boys who wanted to pursue his sister.
His sister never cared about these things, because Song Wenwen wasn’t interested in those boys who sent love letters.
However, he knew that later there appeared a boy who beca the light in his sister’s heart.
That person was also a college student, just like his sister, but Song Ning was unclear about how his sister had any connection with that boy.
It was clear, though, that his sister kept secretly watching him all the ti.
He would go to the library, and she would too, sitting at a very distant spot.
He would go to the cafeteria, and she would too, getting the sa als as him.
He would attend public lectures, and she would too, sitting at the farthest distance from him.
...
He saw all of this through Song Wenwen’s diary; that boy only had a code na, Z.
In fact, that boy didn’t even know her na, and Song Wenwen kept cautiously approaching him.
Watching him study with another girl, eat together, and laugh together.
This love was so cautious and insignificant.
But for Song Wenwen, it was the burning love she kept in her heart.
Song Ning didn’t know what kind of boy his beloved sister fell for, and his heart only filled with endless pain.
Her diary wrote that when he was with that girl, the smile on his face was as warm as winter sunlight, and if possible, she hoped that the girl would love him well. If not, could she also feel this warm glow for herself?
The love in the diary carried a girl’s shyness and a faintly unreachable yearning.
Song Wenwen had always left the impression of a cool and elegant goddess to everyone; she had never been seen so humble.
Song Ning didn’t dare to read further and burned the diary.
He felt deeply regretful.
If he had known that his sister had such a cautious love, he would certainly, certainly have dragged that boy to his sister.
Song Ning painfully closed his eyes, sinking into the pain of unforgiving regret.
Song Kerou looked at Song Ning’s expression with satisfaction, feeling a bit of joy inside.
She loved watching the Song family suffer.
She hated the Song family’s display of parental kindness and filial piety, and their harmonious family interactions, which made her feel like an outsider.
Only when seeing the Song family torn apart did she feel happiness.
Her happiest mont was witnessing Song Wenwen being torn apart by zombies; every ti she rembered it, she would wake up laughing.
Especially when she saw Song Wenwen transform from ’her’ into ’it,’ she felt even more content.
Feng Ge discreetly glanced at the painfully enduring Song Ning, the barely restrained Song Hongfei, and then at the smiling Song Kerou, unable to suppress a cold laugh.
This family is really quite interesting.
Feng Ge leaned back silently on the chair, observing the scenery outside, his elegant fingers moving slightly, thinking deeply about sothing.
Elsewhere.
Bai Xiqin and the others soon reached the place where the Zombie Whale appeared.
The deep pits left by the Zombie Whale jumping on the beach were still there, but its rotting flesh had disappeared, along with its black blood.
Only so seawater and stranded small creatures remained in the pits.
The waves repeatedly washed over the beach, cleaning it thoroughly, but still leaving deep grooves. It would take persistent waves a long ti to completely erase the traces of the Zombie Whale’s appearance.
From afar, Bai Xiqin saw the motionless Xiao Lan Zombie standing on the beach.
Xiao Lan Zombie also saw Bai Xiqin, its stiff fingers moved slightly, as if wanting to greet but unsure how, only letting out a coarse growl.
In fact, it wanted to run over, probably to give Bai Xiqin a hug?
But Zhang Yiming’s brainwaves were too strong, it dared not move, otherwise truly wanted to give Bai Xiqin a warm hug, and then lightly nibble, oh no, touch her neck to express its happiness upon seeing her.
A barely noticeable smile was on Xiao Lan Zombie’s rotten face, a human expression it instinctively showed when seeing a friend, probably without even realizing it itself.
Xiao Lan Zombie thought Bai Xiqin was a nice, fragrant human, who gave it beautiful clothes and was very gentle.
...For a mont, it wanted to follow Bai Xiqin, sniff those nice scents, drool a lot, and wear pretty clothes.
But Zhang Yiming was stingy and didn’t allow it to follow Bai Xiqin.
Xiao Lan Zombie emitted an inexplicable aura called grievance.
Zhang Yiming sat beside Xiao Lan Zombie, smiling as he watched Bai Xiqin approach, automatically ignoring Leng Yebai beside her.
"You’ve been waiting here for a long ti, haven’t you?"
Bai Xiqin noticed the black blood beneath Xiao Lan Zombie’s feet, leaked from its body and coagulated on the beach.
Clearly, Xiao Lan Zombie had been standing still for a long ti.
"I just arrived."
Zhang Yiming spoke warmly.
In fact, he had been waiting a day and a night.
Bai Xiqin glanced once more at the ground beneath Xiao Lan Zombie.
Zhang Yiming noticed Bai Xiqin’s gaze, his face still carried a faint smile, "It stood here all night, perhaps waiting for you to bring the dress."
Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming, said nothing.
Bai Xiqin slightly furrowed her brows, seriously speaking to Xiao Lan Zombie, "In the future, if you want a new dress, you don’t need to wait here for all the ti—standing around all day even zombies shouldn’t do!"
Xiao Lan Zombie’s rotting face blankly stared at Bai Xiqin... at the dress in her hand, completely unable to understand what she was saying.
In its slow brain, there was only the sky-blue dress in Bai Xiqin’s hand.
Its hollow eyes gazed at the dress, its face moved subtly.
In the rotten brain, a few scattered images flashed montarily, showing a beautiful girl wearing a sky-blue dress happily with her family.
Xiao Lan Zombie tilted its decaying head, staring straight at the dress, seemingly wanting to recall more.
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