What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

The spring at the end of the world brings people beautiful fantasies. The rising temperature plays a big role. Mollys and Li Han were arranged to sleep in 1413, which is next to 1415.

Without having to stand guard at their base, coupled with Song Shu's promise during the day and the sense of security of the black base, the two men fell asleep quickly.

The shadow clone stared silently at the two people sleeping in the living room and the bedroom, then merged back into the shadows.

Song Shu lay on the sofa, driving "Absolute Hate" to land on the original black wall, sensing the situation around the base.

When the night came, her ears became silent, and her longing began to control her nerves, becoming more and more violent.

Song Shu quickly reviewed the memories of the past few months in his mind.

The smile on his lips was filled with helpless tenderness.

She closed her eyes and contacted Fu Ying with her mind.

"What are you doing? Are those people resting?"

"Yes, there are people on guard. I walked around the area and found that a defense base has been set up at the junction of Huoou District and Heou District. Ye Qi and the others really have no way to get through there."

"Be careful, don't get discovered."

"It's okay if we find out, just destroy the body."

Song Shu stared at the ceiling, picked up the water cup on the coffee table, turned his head and took a sip. The cold water had a special taste after being boiled.

After a moment, new question marks appeared in my mind.

"Why are you ignoring me, baby?"

"We are in different places now, and I can't stand not being with you."

"Baby, take care of me."

Song Shu was not feeling sleepy now, so he got up and walked slowly in the living room, round and round, very patiently coaxing her with his mind.

"How far is that? They are in different cities, so that's called a different place. How can you be considered a different place?"

"But we are in different bases. Aren't different bases in different places?"

"Then I am communicating with you remotely now, which is equivalent to a voice call without using a mobile phone—"

"Whether it's a voice call or a video call, it's different from a face-to-face call. I want to be by your side all the time."

Song Shu slowly walked to the edge of the balcony, looking at the tall black walls, the buildings shrouded in the faint moonlight under the night sky, and the strange roars that could be heard from time to time. Those guys didn't need to sleep and kept banging their heads in the cages.

She suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago, about when she wanted to jump off the building.

At that time, she wanted to end her miserable and meaningless life. She looked at the clear sky with no horizon, trying to find something in her memory that she could cherish.

But she found no.

It's ridiculous, she has nothing.

At that time, the culprit who caused her tragic life suddenly killed himself because of his own mistake.

Even so, she didn't feel much of a stir in her heart, and even thought with some sarcasm - is her hateful father who was an alcoholic, gambler and domestic abuser, dead just like that?

It turns out that death is so easy. He didn't even repent of his sins or pay any price. He just exchanged his own life for more innocent lives and died like that.

What about her? Will she see that bastard again after she dies?

Thinking this, she stepped down from the edge of the roof.

No, at least not now.

Although there was nothing that could be called a reason for her to live, at this moment, her jumping off the building would not affect anyone.

What would it matter if my mother saw a dead body again? Would she be sad because she was dead? Even if she was sad, would it cover up the ecstasy when she learned that her father was dead?

She knew the answer in her heart, so she left the rooftop of the teaching building.

"...Fu Ying." Song Shu murmured.

Without using her mental strength to call out, she simply opened her lips gently and uttered those two words.

Now I have a reason to live.

"I miss you so much." She said to the invisible wind, letting it blow her hair.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently wrapped around her waist from behind, and the body temperature penetrated the thin material of her T-shirt and reached her skin.

Song Shu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his heart skipped a beat.

"If you miss me, why don't you say it to my face?" Fu Ying's low and hoarse voice flowed into his ears. The lingering ending made Song Shu's earlobes numb and his whole body tremble.

Song Shu lowered his eyes and saw Fu Ying wrapping his hand bit by bit with her warm palm, fingers clasping fingers, skin against skin.

"Fu Ying." Song Shu murmured.

"here I am."

Song Shu took a deep breath silently, as if an indescribable warmth was surging in his chest.

She suddenly turned around and pulled her hand away—then hugged the person in front of her tightly.

Fu Ying's body was shaken by her, and he reached out and touched the back of her head, and said softly: "What's wrong?"

"I can't figure it out..."

"Can't figure out what?"

Fu Ying saw Song Shu raise his head, his eyes were wet, and the watery light was particularly obvious under the moonlight.

She understood instantly: "Are you thinking about that again? Don't think about it, okay?"

To be honest, she didn't care whether her death was really planned by Song Shu and Yu Yi. If she was still furious when she was just reborn, now - the truth can no longer touch her.

She could only see Xiaoshu in her eyes, and there was only Xiaoshu in her heart.

"Although I didn't fall in love with you at first sight, I definitely didn't hate you the first time I saw you." Song Shu said, "Even if it was really a conspiracy, I think..."

"Have I told you before that I am willing to die for you?" Fu Ying looked at her seriously and reached out to gently wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes. "If my spirit crystal can help Song Shu, who was still Zi Yi at the time, then I am glad that it was she who planned my death."

"You——" Song Shu blurted out, but as if he was held back by something, his eyebrows knitted together, staring at her fiercely, "What are you so glad about? Are you in love?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter what you say, because in the previous life, whether it was you or me, we both died in the end." Fu Ying said, "Of course, you may not have died in the previous life, but she also chose to start all over again, which means that she couldn't see the future in that apocalypse."

"Who can still see the future in the end times?" Song Shu rubbed her chin with his nose bridge, "I don't care, you are not allowed to think about her."

"It's understandable that I'm jealous, but it's unreasonable for you to be jealous." Fu Ying sighed, "Okay, now that I see you face to face and hug you, I'm going back."

"Wait a minute." Song Shu said.

She still held Fu Ying in her arms, looking up at her intently.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I don't tell you face to face that I miss you?"

Fu Ying waited quietly, just staring with lowered eyes.

Song Shu raised his hands and then put his arms around her neck.

"If I were face to face with you, I would just want to kiss you."

Fu Ying watched Song Shu's face enlarge in front of her, and her lips were covered with tenderness.

She closed her eyes, held the back of Song Shu's head tightly, and deepened the kiss.