Language is the most powerful thing.
It can turn happy people into ones filled with despair and depression.
It can also fill those in despair with hope.
He did not want to see a sensible child affected by the atmosphere of the apocalypse, as a somber mood could easily lead to bad emotions. He thought that encouraging words would help the child feel secure and hopeful about the future.
Now, it seemed that the effect was positive.
He saw a hint of resolve on Gu Zicheng's face.
…
Standing in the living room, Qian Yi snapped back to reality, ran into the kitchen, and found that the rice stolen from Gu Zicheng's home had been moved. He wailed and raged.
"Damn it! Son of a bitch! Do you want me dead?"
He raged impotently.
That bag of rice could have sustained him for a long time, even if he had to live on porridge every day.
Without it now, it was like being forced to die.
