"Miss, you're right. Surviving by forfeiting our dignity and barely hanging on by a thread is very low and pitiful." Ah-Qing closed her eyes. "In order to survive, we've already forsaken many, many things. We've completely abandoned ourselves. We don't have a future!"
"And in reality, Little Miss was right. We ended up being infected in the end!" Ah-Qing turned to Qiao Mu and cried bitterly, "We discovered this two days ago. A person suddenly mutated. It was she who scratched my hand and the children's hands."
Ah-Jin felt like he was submerged in an icy lake as he shakily pulled back the scraps of clothing on the two children's arms little by little. His eyes fixed on the patch of bluish black on each arm, and a full-grown man like him lost his voice from how hard he cried while hugging his children.
Everyone was silent, unable to say a word. No matter how cold-hearted they were, they could feel emotions rolling within them.
