Lu Jingzhi's emotions came and went quickly.
However, there were no tissues to wipe her tears, only her sleeve with a slight scent on it.
Her nose felt sour again.
She trained her special ability so desperately, even willing to use self-destruction to hold off the Zombie King, not for leaving a mark in history, nor for preserving the spark of hope for humanity— talking about these with someone like her, who wasn't very ideologically aware, could make her laugh out loud.
She let go of her own life just because among the survivors fleeing from the base were her mom and dad.
She wanted them to live.
She needed them to live.
"I stopped going to school in my senior year and focused on fighting," said Lu Jingzhi, "I'm really great at it."
She didn't know what Shen Nanwei's thoughts were, but Jiang Tanyue's first reaction was— street hooligan.
The conversation today was pleasant.
