In the early morning, the sun slowly rose from the east.
The first ray of sunlight fell on Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming put the crystal core that hadn't absorbed a bit of energy into his pocket and looked up at the sky.
The sky no longer had a drizzle. He couldn't feel the temperature, but he could see that the first ray of sunlight was much brighter than yesterday.
Today is a good day.
The sheet covering the bus wasn't even wet from the drizzle.
Zhang Yiming raised his hand and pulled off the sheet, casually hanging it on the clothesline.
He turned to look in the direction of a certain room's window.
The window was still tightly closed.
He could understand Leng Yebai's feelings. When he first became a zombie, he didn't dare appear in front of her.
What's more, Leng Yebai is so much uglier than he was back then.
Zhang Yiming felt a twisted kind of conflict inside.
He wanted Leng Yebai to stay this way so he might still have a chance.
