In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Wenren Lei turned around and buried her face in Wenren Yu's stomach, silently processing her emotions—how many people he shouldn't have forgotten had he forgotten?

Wenren Yu gently stroked the top of his head: "Did you cry?"

Wenrenlei said in a muffled voice, "Never mind."

Wenren Yu chuckled softly, "Mm."

The RV door clicked open, and Fu Yan and Gu Zhengming walked in one after the other.

Before getting into the RV, Fu Yan made a point of changing out of the jacket that Wen Chi had rubbed dirty.

Wenren Lei turned her head and saw Fu Yan. She quickly wiped away her tears, ran over, grabbed his arm, and looked him over from left to right: "Are you hurt?"

Fu Yan shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away the remaining tears on his face: "Why are you crying?"

Wenren Lei buried her face in his chest and said, "I missed you."

"I'm back," Fu Yan said softly.

Gu Zhengming remained silent. He was exhausted after such a battle, and now he had to endure being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection) on his way back. He walked silently toward Wenren Yu.

Wenren Lei sniffled, hooked her arm around Fu Yan's neck, and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"

Fu Yan said, "A resentful husband."

Gu Zhengming walked to the carpet and knelt down in front of Wenren Yu: "Are you injured?"

Wenren Yu looked down at him for a long while: "How did it get like this?"

Gu Zhengming looked down at himself. His clothes were disheveled, his body was covered in the black blood of zombies, and his hair was messy.

"I am a bit disheveled." Gu Zhengming stood up. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Hmm," Wenren Yu replied.

Gu Zhengming took a step forward, then turned back and asked, "Wenren Yu, can you give me something in return?"

Wenren Yu paused for a moment, then said, "Come here."

Gu Zhengming immediately turned back and half-squatted in front of him.

Wenren Yu raised her hand and smoothed the stray strands of hair from his forehead: "Are you done?"

"Alright, time to take a shower." Gu Zhengming's eyebrows relaxed instantly, and he smiled as he got up and walked towards his room.

After witnessing this scene, Wenren Lei slowly turned back to look at Fu Yan: "Is he satisfied now?"

Fu Yan lowered his head and nuzzled his cheek: "Compared to me, he's had a tough time."

Wenren Yu glanced over and said, "Stop teaching him all that nonsense."

Fu Yan smiled, picked up Wenren Lei and placed him on the sofa, patting his head: "Rest with your brother for a while, I'll go cook, you must be starving?"

Wenren Lei rubbed her deflated belly: "A little."

Fu Yan lowered his head and touched his lips: "You've worked hard."

Before turning to go into the kitchen, Fu Yan looked down and saw bloodstains on the carpet. He took a light sniff—it was Wen Chi's scent.

He reached out and put the dirty carpet into his storage space, replaced it with a new one, and then went to cook.

Wenren Yu and Wenren Lei chatted for a few minutes before returning to their rooms to wash up and rest.

When Wenren Lei came out of her room, Gu Zhengming was in the kitchen.

The meatball was circling around the two men's feet, and Fu Yan would occasionally toss it a small cookie to eat.

Wenren Lei couldn't help but laugh when she thought about how Gu Zhengming had also entered the illusion but was kicked awake by Fu Yan.

Gu Zhengming glanced up at him and said, "You're up to no good again, aren't you?"

"Tch." Wenren Lei sauntered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to look for juice, and muttered, "Judging others by one's own petty standards."

Gu Zhengming snorted lightly: "He even recited a poem."

Fu Yan reached out and took the orange juice from the top of the refrigerator, handed it to Wenren Lei, and said, "I'm going to take a shower, dinner will be served right away."

"Okay~" Wenren Lei obediently replied.

As Fu Yan left, Gu Zhengming was serving food onto a plate.

Wenren Lei rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward: "Let me help."

Gu Zhengming glanced at him and shoved a pair of chopsticks into his hand: "Break this up."

"Okay." Wenren Lei took it and slowly walked towards the restaurant. This was a simple matter for him.

Wenren Lei placed chopsticks on the placemats one by one. Wanzi ran over and circled around him. He glanced down and said, "Alright, I'll put a pair on you too."

"Woof!"

Regardless of whether they understand it or not, Maruko's support is number one.

After distributing the chopsticks, Wenren Lei sat down in a dining chair, rested her chin on her hand, and said, "Gu Zhengming, my brother had a very difficult childhood."

After emerging from the illusion, those words remained stuck in his heart, and he couldn't find anyone to tell them.

Telling Wenren Yu is like rubbing salt into a wound.

When I told Fu Yan, he always seemed to be considering his lover's feelings.

Wenren Lei needed someone to share his deepest sorrow for his brother, so he chose to talk to Gu Zhengming.

Gu Zhengming came out carrying a bowl of corn and pork rib soup: "I know, they are left-behind children, and they spend most of their time living with their grandfathers."

Wenren Lei was somewhat surprised: "You actually know these things."

Gu Zhengming smiled, pulled out a dining chair and sat down opposite Wenren Lei: "I've known him longer than you; we were classmates in kindergarten."

"Hmm?" Wenren Lei looked doubtful. "Then how come I've never heard of you?"

Gu Zhengming leaned back in his dining chair, gazing at the ceiling, looking like a disillusioned concubine in the cold palace: "After your grandfather passed away, he was too busy, and I rarely saw him. Later, when I finally managed to visit your house, I even broke your front tooth."

Wenren Lei sneered, "You still have the nerve to bring that up?"

Gu Zhengming leaned over and looked at Wenren Lei, saying resentfully, "Because of this, I've been completely banned from stepping into your house."

Wenren laughed out loud, but as she laughed, a bitter feeling welled up in her heart again.

Because of him, his brother became estranged from his few friends.

"Are you blaming yourself?" Gu Zhengming saw right through his thoughts.

"A little," Wenren Lei said. "In my memory, I've never suffered much hardship growing up. I've always been eating, drinking, and having fun. I rarely knew what he was busy with every day. I don't know..."

Wenren choked with tears—she had no idea he had carried so much on his shoulders.

"Self-blame is a useless emotion," Gu Zhengming said slowly. "Objectively speaking, you have done nothing wrong."

Wenren Lei lowered his head and remained silent, feeling completely lost about whether he had done anything wrong.

Gu Zhengming chuckled: "You've done countless things that would make him laugh in his dreams."

Wenren Lei said softly, "I just feel that no one cares about him."

"Who said that?" Gu Zhengming said frankly. "I feel sorry for him, and you feel sorry for him too. Your uncle, and even when you find your parents, will feel sorry for him. People should look forward; wasting time on the past is meaningless."

"Mm." Wenren Lei nodded gently.

Gu Zhengming stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "Such a little kid, always so sentimental."

Wenren Lei suddenly raised her head: "You big idiot..."

Gu Zhengming interrupted him directly: "Fu Yan made braised pork trotters with preserved mustard greens. I'm going to eat three later."

"Huh?" Wenren Lei exclaimed, "Holy crap! There are only a few of them, how come you're eating three?!"

Gu Zhengming mimicked his tone and exclaimed, "Holy crap! I'm eating it!"

"You dare!!"

Once everyone had gathered at the table, Wenren Lei immediately scooped two pig trotters into her bowl.