"What a little troublemaker." Ye Qiu muttered as she looked at the little boy curled up beside the fire without speaking.
Raising a child in the apocalypse undoubtedly added much difficulty to survival, but thinking of the boy's father's resolute gaze before his death, they couldn't bear to abandon him. Even though the Zombie Rats were lured by them, the child's father had laid down his life to eliminate that swarm of rats, paving a way out for them.
Whether out of compassion or morality, they should take care of this child as much as they can.
"What's your name?" Ye Dong asked softly, "Sister has some milk and bread, do you want to eat some?"
Already for two or three hours, the child had been hugging his knees, curled up, and silent. Ye Dong sighed helplessly, her heart aching immensely. Even adults can't bear to be away from loved ones, let alone a three-to-four-year-old child?
