First, Zhou Baiyu had to integrate with the people around him. This was not something that could be achieved overnight; he would chat with them, telling them stories.
He mustn't raise their hopes or let them fantasize about the outside world, but simply narrate certain things to get their brains thinking.
On one hand, it was to get their minds active, so they wouldn't truly become zombies.
On the other hand, what so-called interaction meant was exchange and communication. Familiarity comes with frequent visits.
Zhou Baiyu observed seriously for a long time and noticed that the people in dreams mostly only had one behavior—spacing out.
They seemed to be recalling something, those memories flickering like candle flames in a blizzard.
A fragile light that could go out at any moment, sustaining their will to live.
They were not yet zombies, but in terms of how they lived, there was no difference.
