"Xiao Die... Xiao Die... Yes, Xiao Die can't be without me; Xiao Die absolutely can't be without me," the old lady lifted her head, her eyes seemingly carrying a touch of vacancy, it was unknown if she had been impacted.
Indeed, one dreams of their husband returning from death. And now, although he had come back to life, he didn't recognize any relatives; such emotions would affect anyone, wouldn't they?
"Old lady..." I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I didn't know how. Though I understood the pain and conflict in her heart, I was not her, nor was I her kin.
A rush of hurried footsteps came from outside...
I turned to look toward the doorway.
Soon, a frail figure rushed in. The first reaction was to freeze, staring straight at the zombie with the charm pasted on its face.
