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

Song Shu pulled and dragged Fu Ying into the room.

She took out a soft, dry towel and wiped the rain off Fu Ying's face. The latter looked at her silently, with water all over his windbreaker and hood.

After Song Shu wiped her face clean, he went to wipe the water off her clothes.

Fu Ying didn't move, listening to her muttering: "Why are you standing by the window like an idiot? What if you catch a cold?"

There was also the backpack that Fu Ying had looted from somewhere else. Song Shu took out all the things and put them in order one by one. Turning his head, he found that Fu Ying was pursing her lips and looking around the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Shu ran over and held her hand, "Something seems to be wrong."

Fu Ying took off her windbreaker and hung it on the wooden coat rack. A warm and sweet scent instantly surrounded Song Shu.

"Where did you explore? Did you go around the entire community?" Song Shu asked.

Fu Ying replied in a low voice: "No, I only went to Building No. 1 and searched most of the building."

Song Shu asked expectantly: "Did you find anything——"

"There are no survivors in Building No. 1." Fu Ying continued under Song Shu's stunned gaze, "and the place has been looted, and the supplies have been basically searched out."

"That... is normal. After all, it has been several months. Maybe there were many survivors in that building. They should have left the community." Song Shu said, "After all, I saw a survivor driving out of the community once before."

Fu Ying listened to her guess, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Song Shu." she said.

Song Shu blinked and said briskly: "You can call me Xiao Shu."

Fu Ying: “…Yeah.”

She walked in front of Song Shu and felt the blood in her body stirring.

She understood what was going on.

She should have been mentally prepared when she came to Aito City.

Song Shu watched her take off her jacket, leaving only her upper body in a sleeveless vest, and felt a little cold for her: "Fu Ying, are you cold——"

Fu Ying grabbed her arm, gently pulled her towards him, and hugged her tightly.

Song Shu rested his chin on her shoulder and was surprised to find that her body temperature seemed a little abnormally high.

"Song Shu," Fu Ying lowered her eyes and said softly, "Do you believe me?"

Song Shu opened his arms and hugged her thin waist tightly, feeling the endless warmth: "Of course I believe you."

Fu Ying: "Why? We've only known each other for two days."

"To be exact, it was three days and two nights." Song Shu said, "Just because you saved me back then, I believed you."

Fu Ying lowered her eyebrows and her voice seemed to be much deeper: "Will you believe anyone who saves you?"

She doesn't want such cheap trust.

What she wanted was Song Shu's trust, unconditional trust, that he would stand by her side no matter what happened.

Song Shu took a deep sniff of her scent and responded, "But you are the only one who saved me."

Fu Ying closed her eyes and unconsciously exerted force with her fingertips, as if she wanted to press the person in her arms into her body.

Song Shu didn't know what was wrong with her, so he could only pat her back gently and comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay... Don't hug me so hard."

Fu Ying released her strength, lowered her head, and gently placed the tip of her nose on the top of Song Shu's head.

……

——Song Shu, I will bring his head to you.

My previous life self said this when I first met Song Shu, the "Fu Shou".

Song Shu, who had not yet become the leader of the base at that time, lost his smile and rejected her lightly.

I will finish him off myself, and you will see for yourself - she said.

Fu Ying never saw her fulfill her promise until her death.

When past memories are revealed bit by bit, what will remain?

Is it hatred? Is it anger?

If everything can be reset after rebirth, should the hatred be reset from the bottom of the heart?

——Fortunately, I now have Song Shu, who has not been abducted by others after the apocalypse.

Fu Ying thought to herself and felt the person in her arms moving restlessly.

——But I didn’t expect that he had always been in this community, right next to Song Shu, so close.

Thinking of this, the spirit crystal in his heart seemed to be filled with powerful strength. A psychic whose power is hatred must not lose his hatred.

Fu Ying let go of the person in her arms, looked at her worried eyes, and couldn't help but whispered, "What's wrong?"

Song Shu scratched his face in confusion: "Fu Ying, are you worried that I'll stab you in the middle of the night?"

Fu Ying shook her head and said calmly, "You won't."

Song Shu raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I won't do anything to backstab my companions."

Fu Ying listened to the sound of rain hitting the balcony window, thought for a moment, and then slowly said: "Song Shu, just do as you say."

Song Shu was confused: "What?"

Fu Ying stretched out her fingers and gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to her face. Her tone softened a little: "You want to build a community base, so we will build it, starting with Building No. 2."

Song Shu's expression brightened: "But, we don't know whether they are willing or not."

Fu Ying said calmly: "If you don't want to, kill him."

Song Shu: "...Don't be so violent, you've definitely played too many games."

"I don't like playing games." Fu Ying's eyebrows moved slightly, "My brother likes playing."

Song Shu was stunned for a few seconds, then asked: "You have a younger brother? He is in France? Your father - uh -"

"In France, and my stepmother, they are all there. I hope they are still alive now." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu said lovingly: "Fu Ying, you are so kind. You are still thinking about them even after coming here."

Fu Ying: "..."

She wanted them dead, there was no doubt about that, she just didn't want them to die now.

"Silly." She sighed softly.

Song Shu thought for a moment and asked her, "Are you planning to go downstairs to negotiate directly?"

"The people on the eighth floor must be cleared out, and then we have to reinforce and seal all the windows on the lower floors." Fu Ying said, "No one will live on the floors below the tenth floor."

"And then?" Song Shu asked, "Do you plan to turn the fourteenth floor into your base camp?"

Fu Ying said: "It's possible."

The black mist suddenly surged, and she controlled it to fly out the door.

Song Shu grabbed her wrist and frowned: "Fu Ying, we can't alert the enemy now. If the people on the eighth floor find out about your ability, then you——"

"Then the battle will start earlier." Fu Ying said calmly.

"I want to know who is down there."