When Wang Shuai woke up, he saw Zhang's baozi face twisted into a pretzel.
Zhang Yiyi's eyes were red, and her prolonged staring made her eyes appear somewhat dazed.
As Wang Shuai had just woken up, she was in a trance for a moment before reacting.
"Did you cry?" Wang Shuai raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
Upon hearing that long-awaited warmth, Yiyi had a brief moment of surprise, and when she realized Wang Shuai was awake, she jumped up in fright.
Her movement was too large, tipping over the chair and startling the other people in the treehouse.
Xiao Xian and Locke were still studying the fungi and ferns brought back from the jungle, while Quinn, rubbing his temples, helplessly watched as the two piled up various wild plants across the entire research room.
