Zhang Yiming closed his eyes, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard against the wall next to him.
The wall was covered with dense cracks, and Zhang Yiming's long, slender, fair fingers were instantly torn open.
Black blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.
After a long while, Zhang Yiming opened his eyes, the madness in them gone.
His eyes regained their calm and gentleness, and he raised his hand, pointing his fingers at the sun.
Under the sunlight, the fair fingers and black blood stood out starkly.
Black blood dripped down, but he felt no pain at all.
The empty streets appeared somewhat desolate.
Zhang Yiming's face regained its gentle and sunny expression, but a lingering sorrow remained between his brows.
He casually took off his coat, wrapped it haphazardly around his hand, and covered up the black color he hated.
The tall figure slumped slightly as it walked forward very slowly.
Along the way, the listless zombies would tremble or keep their distance when Zhang Yiming passed by.
Zhang Yiming walked to the side of the road, silent like a child.
Even though he had toned down his aura, the zombies on the road still avoided him in fear.
"Buzz—"
The sound of a motorcycle came from ahead.
Zhang Yiming subconsciously looked up.
I spotted the middle-aged man on the motorcycle at a glance.
It was a cool black motorcycle, and there was a family of three on it.
The middle-aged man had a cold and stern expression, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, which made him look cool.
The middle-aged woman still retained her charm; even in the apocalypse, her attire remained proper, and the disheveled wind did not ruffle her hair.
On her fingertip adorned a huge diamond, exuding unparalleled wealth.
Sitting in the middle was a child of seven or eight years old.
The child was fair-skinned and clean, wearing neat clothes, holding a lollipop in his hand, and smiling broadly.
Even in the apocalypse, the three people wore smiles on their faces; the family was happy and harmonious.
Every now and then, the middle-aged man would throw out scorching flames, burning the roaring zombies at them to ashes.
"Mom and Dad, look! It's my brother!"
A childish voice rang out from behind the middle-aged man.
Zhang Yiming held his coat, stood still, and quietly watched the harmonious family of three in front of him.
The middle-aged man and woman were stunned for a moment, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yiming, who was standing still in front of them.
There was no joy of a long-awaited reunion in those eyes, only an unconcealable disgust.
"No, brother, you've mistaken me for someone else."
The middle-aged man spoke calmly, twisting the handlebars of the motorcycle. The motorcycle emitted a soft hum and sped up.
"It's my brother! Mom and Dad, stop! It's my brother!"
The little boy waved excitedly at Zhang Yiming, then shook the middle-aged man in front of him, trying to get him to stop.
"Be good, don't move around, be careful."
The middle-aged woman saw the little boy moving around and her eyes were full of worry. She quickly reached out and hugged the little boy.
"Brother! Brother!"
The little boy gave Zhang Yiming a sweet, soft smile, his eyes dark and bright.
My brother is very gentle; he's the best to me!
However, after his brother fell seriously ill, he never saw him again.
It's been so long! He misses his older brother so much!
Zhang Yiming opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
"He's not your brother. Your brother is dead."
The middle-aged woman frowned and reached out to hold the little boy tightly.
The middle-aged man gave Zhang Yiming a cold look, and then sped up on his motorcycle.
Zhang Yiming clearly saw the disgust in the eyes of his so-called parents.
Zhang Yiming forced a smile and walked step by step toward his own place.
A cool motorcycle whizzed past him.
He heard the little boy's innocent voice and saw their disgust for him.
Besides disgust, there was also fear.
The sound of the motorcycle faded into the distance, and the little boy's voice could no longer be heard.
Zhang Yiming expressionlessly twisted the coat in his hand, black blood flowing from his hand and staining the white coat.
In just a short while, the white coat turned black.
Zhang Yiming glanced down at the coat in his hand; the white coat was stained with black blood, making it stand out even more.
Zhang Yiming shook his head slightly, unbuttoned his coat, and casually tossed it on the ground.
Black blood was still slowly flowing from his slender fingers, but Zhang Yiming walked on the road without caring.
Looking up at the sky, my thoughts drifted back to the past.
Before the apocalypse, he had a happy family and his brothers were kind and respectful to each other.
He was loved by his parents since he was a child. He remembers that when he was little, even a small cold would make his parents worry all day.
My dad loves motorcycles, and our family owns a factory that specializes in selling them.
The family business is doing very well, and my dad, as the boss, is quite busy with work.
When he was little, whenever he accidentally got injured or caught a cold, his busy father would always set aside a day, put down his work at the factory, and come home to be with him.
From childhood to adulthood, he considered himself the happiest child.
He has always kept in mind the care and concern his family has shown him.
Later, my younger brother was born.
His parents seemed to love him less, but this didn't make him jealous.
His younger brother is more than ten years younger than him, so it's only right that he gives in to him.
However, I don't know when it started, but my parents started forgetting his birthday and started getting angry with him.
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