Zhang Yiming looked up at the sky, the yellow sun quietly hung above.
It wasn't dazzling, yet it made him instinctively squint his eyes.
He still instinctively retained human habits.
It seems that in doing so, he becomes increasingly like a human.
By then, he wouldn't have become human; rather, he, as a human, would have contracted a severe illness, only to barely recover.
Zombie eyes perceive no pain, even staring straight at the sun doesn't elicit any sensation.
Zhang Yiming extended a finger, pressing it to the spot over his heart.
The heart had long ceased to beat.
Inside, his emotions were in turmoil.
Standing for a long time by himself, Zhang Yiming reverted to an expressionless demeanor, the shock and rage in his eyes had vanished.
Yet, a faint wrath still lingered on his body.
This aura wrapped around him, making him, usually mild-mannered, appear violent for the first time.
