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

Song Shu and Fu Ying sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, the atmosphere frozen as ice.

After coming out of the magical memory, neither of them spoke a word. Fu Ying turned her head to look away, while Song Shu lowered his head to look at his knees.

She looked at her palms, as if she could see the blood and tears in her memories.

How can I forget?

Why should we remember it?

The fragments of memory are like invisible blades. They seem to be bloodless, but in fact they hurt so much that I don't want to speak.

Song Shu took a slow, deep breath and felt the air in the living room become sticky and heavy. She wanted to reach out and hold Fu Ying's hand, but stopped hesitantly halfway.

Fu Ying didn't turn her head for a long time.

For a moment, Song Shu was afraid that she would collapse because of those memories, but he calmed himself and held her hand, which was trembling slightly on the sofa.

"At least we have figured out one thing. The people in the Freedom Camp are not strong enough to massacre the entire recreational community." Song Shu's voice was surprisingly calm, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear the trembling in his throat. "Even if they come from behind, it doesn't matter."

She waited for a minute, but there was no response from Fu Ying, so she tried to sort out the tangled thoughts in her mind.

"It seems that the future is predetermined. In the first week, I decided to let Yu Yi infiltrate the Freedom Camp and become an undercover agent because I knew Mono's prophecy. But I didn't expect that he would join them in the second winter after the outbreak of the apocalypse, and didn't come back until the fourth winter."

"Yan Zigu - Ah Yan has become a weird zombie. He should have stayed by Bo Li's side ever since. Although he has become a weird zombie, he still has self-awareness and his thinking is still the same as before. His love for Bo Li is the same as before."

"Also, that ability is so useful. It turns out that it can evolve into an illusory space. In the first round, Song Shu seemed to have truly transformed the ability of 'void shuttle' into a secret base that can hide people, monsters and zombies. But I haven't done it yet, so I have to hurry up and practice it."

"And..." Song Shu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He could clearly feel his heart beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his body.

She gritted her teeth, trying to ease her aggressive heartbeat with this tiny movement, but the slight pain between her teeth made it unbearable for her.

Song Shu stretched out his hand to turn Fu Ying's face over, but before his fingers touched the pointed chin, drops of warm liquid soaked the back of his hand.

She was slightly startled, and her strength was much gentler: "Fu Ying."

Although it was a memory from the first week, her trembling, her helplessness, her barely maintained dignity, and the subsequent hysterical frenzy and despair were all displayed before Fu Ying's eyes without reservation.

That feeling of powerlessness will corrode Fu Ying's soul like a chronic poison.

Song Shu looked at Fu Ying, who was crying silently after her face was bent back, and felt that the feeling of powerlessness would also erode his soul.

Tears fell like broken strings, sliding down Fu Ying's high nose bridge, flowing down her chin, and soaking the black fabric.

Fu Ying just shed tears silently in front of Song Shu, the protruding cartilage in her throat rolled slightly, and she was unable to make a sound.

This was the first time that Song Shu looked at her tears but was unable to say any words of comfort.

She could only use the back of her hand to wipe away the tears on Fu Ying's face, but she couldn't wipe them away completely and her hands became wet.

Finally, she produced a clean handkerchief and wiped Fu Ying's cheek. After a long silence, she said softly:

"I shouldn't have been so persistent in finding the truth."

Looking at Fu Ying's eyes which were quickly becoming red and swollen, she felt extremely distressed. She felt some coolness coming out of her fingertips and covered the skin under Fu Ying's eyes.

"You're right. Without you, I would really experience the same things as in the first round - but so what?" Song Shu said, "You are here, and I haven't experienced those things. Think about it another way. Those are the things I was destined to experience in the first round. After that, I met you, plotted against you, and then led to your rebirth."

"Without the me of the first week, there would be no you today. Without the you today, there would be no me today."

Song Shu wiped her face clean, but Fu Ying's tears just wouldn't stop flowing. After she finally wiped her face clean, a new round of tears poured down.

Fu Ying just stared at her without saying anything, his lips tightly pursed and his cheek muscles tense.

Song Shu tried to smile but couldn't, and finally sighed.

"...Okay, you can't expect me to kill the current people, can you?" She analyzed in a gentle voice, "You can't use the sword of the previous dynasty to chop down the current officials, right? Aren't you targeting Bo Li and Yu Yi... Well, you are targeting them a little, but you don't intend to kill them, right?"

Fu Ying suddenly moved. Song Shu thought she was going to jump up and rush out, but she just leaned forward, buried her head in Song Shu's arms, and hugged the person in front of her tightly with her arms, silently shedding tears.

Song Shu glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two forty-five in the morning.

She stroked Fu Ying's hair and whispered: Don't cry.

Don't cry, my love.

Do you think that knowing these memories will break me? No.

Because I know I have you here.

All in all, I won't let it happen.

Fu Ying cried in her arms for almost half an hour without saying a word, but Song Shu's clothes were completely wet.

You have so many tears, Fu Ying, do you want to cry them all at once?

Song Shu kissed the top of Fu Ying's head and asked gently.

But Fu Ying slowly raised her face from her arms. The tears in her eyes seemed to have dried up, and she could no longer hold back her anger.

She broke away from Song Shu's arms, stretched out her hand to release the black mist, and a chaotic noise suddenly rang out in the bedroom.

Song Shu watched as various boxes, items, and props were poured out of the cardboard box.

Fu Ying tore them all into pieces with his bare hands.

The black fog took over from below and swallowed it all.