Fang Yuanyuan looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes sparkling.
At this moment.
She didn't care about the apocalypse or world peace anymore.
She just wanted to follow Zhang Yiming.
Even if he was a zombie, she was not afraid.
"Heh."
Zhang Yiming suddenly let out a laugh, his tone unreadable.
But that face was so warm and sunny that even a slight tug at the corner of his mouth gave people a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze.
"Xiao Ming, where have you been recently?"
Seeing Zhang Yiming smile, Fang Yuanyuan thought Xiao Ming was moved by her, and mustered the courage to ask again.
Fang Yuanyuan's voice carried a slight tremor, her heart somewhat nervous.
Facing the only boy she liked, even the most arrogant girl would inevitably feel nervous.
She waited for quite a while.
There was no echo in the abandoned unfinished building.
The corners of Zhang Yiming's mouth slightly curled up, a half-smile frozen on his face, devoid of any other emotion.
