The understood know what they need to know.
It's just that they haven't been in real combat.
Suddenly, his face turned crimson.
Zhao Yun wrapped her jade-like arm around Wang Zixuan's neck, "Meeting you in this apocalypse is my fortune. I don't know what the future holds, but you are already the only person in my heart. Let me stay by your side from now on."
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Zhao Yun noticed the moisture on her arm; it was Wang Zixuan's tears. He was utterly overwhelmed by Zhao Yun's simple words, and tears were streaming down his face.
"I... I..."
He really didn't know what to say.
He had never felt as happy as he did now.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yun thought that since she had already opened her heart, retreat was not an option. It had to be all or nothing, with no half-measures.
"It's nothing, I just thought I was a zombie, and shouldn't..."
Um...
