Huang City, Sunshine Shelter, hospital.
Wang Zixuan anxiously paced back and forth in the corridor, brows furrowed, his expression tense and worried, occasionally glancing at his crotch, wishing he could cut off the useless thing.
In his eyes, it was just an iron door, but it blocked all his paths.
"It's okay."
Beside him, Lin Fan comforted him. He really admired Wang Zixuan's ability; it was truly impressive that this could happen. Also, Zhao Yun truly loved Wang Zixuan, not minding his zombie status. Perhaps this is what it means to develop feelings over time.
Or perhaps, love can break the boundaries of race.
"Hmm."
Wang Zixuan nodded, wanting to kneel in the corner and pray to the heavens, asking for nothing but peace and safety.
Squeak.
The door opened.
Wang Zixuan jerked his head up and rushed to the cart, looking tenderly at Zhao Yun lying there, then turned to the nurse who was examining her.
"How is it?"
"How is it, really?"
