"Has Huzi had a cold for a long time?"
"Uh~" Lifting the lid of the pot, Wen Quanxin pondered for a moment, seemingly unsure of the answer, then pursed his lips towards Wu Chao across from him: "Hey, Ah Chao, hasn't Huzi had a cold for about 4 or 5 days now?"
With a slight nod, Wu Chao affirmed, "Including today, it's the 4th day."
"The 4th day~" Tang Xiaoquan muttered to himself, his brows furrowing even more.
"Ah, in this apocalypse, the most unfortunate ones are kids like Huzi's age. They're just starting to think for themselves and learn about the world, and now they're stuck with this mess, it's really... sigh~" Lin Muye's aged face was filled with sorrow.
Tang Xiaoquan didn't pay attention to what the old man was saying, his mind was entirely consumed by his thoughts, and as these thoughts deepened, his expression became increasingly serious.
"Hey, Quan, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Noticing something off with his brother, Wang Qiang asked with concern.
