"Leave us? Won't you hurt us?"
Yun Ran was in a hurry to tug at his clothes. She clenched her fists tightly and questioned him sternly, "Mo Beiyuan! Do you think you won't hurt us as long as you leave me and the two children?"
When he didn't reply, she answered herself.
"It's not physical damage that counts as damage. Leaving us is also a form of harm to us."
What she had to do now was to prevent things from developing to the point where they had no choice.
Yun Ran was like this in the apocalypse. As long as she was still alive, she would never give up!
Even if she was in a desperate situation, she had to fight with all her might.
However, things became more urgent than they had imagined.
The next day, Yun Ran and Mo Beiyuan lay in bed.
Mo Beiyuan felt that danger warning again.
Startled, he shook Yun Ran up.
