Mornings were where hope began, but mornings during the apocalypse were always gray. Nobody could feel neither sunshine nor hope.
Qin Yi looked at Wang Wenwen, who was kneeling on the ground, in silence and sighed, patting her back.
She understood her pain but didn't know how to comfort her.
"I know she didn't want to live a long life; when dad left, she didn't want to live anymore. Dying must have been a relief to her."
Wang Wenwen's eyes were red, swollen, and watery, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Qin Yi, I can walk alone. I don't need to follow you guys."
She knew that this team wouldn't be able to take her in; she wasn't in the same category as them and she didn't want to trouble her prince charming.
Qin Yi's gaze was indifferent, stating, "It's fine, I promised Aunty Wang, so I will not leave you alone."
