Grandpa Zhou...did he really leave Grandma Zhou on the road?

A profound sense of confusion and an indescribable fear gripped Xiao Tao's heart. She instinctively gripped the wooden plank beneath her, looked up at the silent Jiang Chan beside her, her voice trembling with bewilderment:

"Sister Jiang, why...why doesn't Grandpa Zhou want Grandma Zhou anymore? She's his wife..."

Jiang Chan's hand paused slightly.

Why?

In the apocalypse, images a hundred times more brutal than this instantly flooded my mind: for half a piece of moldy bread, a son pushed his elderly mother into a horde of zombies; to fight for a relatively safe hiding spot, a husband stoned his injured wife to death...

The twisted humanity, the ethical bottom line that completely collapses under the desperate situation of survival... how similar it is to the scene before our eyes!

Let alone a wife, when you can't survive, any blood ties are just a burden that can be severed at any time!

She didn't want to recall it, much less tear these bloody truths apart for an eight-year-old child to see.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the churning stomach acid and those dark memories, her gaze returning to its cold and calm state, though a barely perceptible trace of weariness flickered deep within.

She didn't look at Xiao Tao, but only at the still chaotic crowd ahead and Old Man Zhou, who sat slumped on the ground like a stray dog. Her voice was flat and emotionless, giving a vague but enough answer to silence Xiao Tao for the time being:

"To survive."

Two words, cold and heavy, like two stones smashed into the dust.

Xiao Tao opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something else.

Survival? Could she really abandon her wife of decades just to survive? The answer was too cold, too overwhelming, completely beyond the comprehension of her small world.

She looked at Jiang Chan, at her tightly pursed lips, and finally swallowed all her questions, silently lowering her head.