Song's mother thought that a zombie with such beautiful fingers as her Wenwen must have a face that was just as beautiful!
Suddenly, Song's mother had a wish.
If only the zombie in front of me looked like Song Wenwen.
Even if it's just a zombie, I just want her to see it once more.
She really wanted to see Song Wenwen one more time, even if she had become a zombie, even if she was a zombie that looked a lot like her.
She wanted to see it one more time.
Just one glance is enough.
It's much better than dying without a complete body and not having a single bone left.
Song's mother bent down slightly and looked up into the car.
Inside the car, a zombie with a rotting face stared blankly ahead. Song's mother bent down, just in time to meet the gaze of the little blue zombie.
A stench of decay filled the air.
Song's mother almost forgot to breathe, not because the smell was too suffocating.
It was the rotting face of the zombie in front of me.
Her features were blurred, and it was almost impossible to tell what she originally looked like. However, one could vaguely make out from between her eyebrows that the zombie in front of her must have been a pretty little girl before.
Rotting flesh hung from its high nose, and its large eyes were devoid of color, filled only with a thirst for the flesh and blood on its body.
She's so different from the beautiful, aloof goddess she used to be.
Song's mother recognized her at a glance.
Her features are so similar to her daughter's that even if she were covered in rotten flesh, no one would mistake her for her.
This is their beloved little princess, Song Wenwen, whom they have cherished for over twenty years.
Without any hesitation or preparation, Song's mother rushed into the car.
The little blue zombie stared blankly at the pile of flesh and blood in front of it, its mouth slightly open, as the flesh and blood drew closer and closer to it.
It cannot tear flesh and blood, the emperor forbids it, but why does this pile of flesh and blood keep getting closer to its mouth?
If it really ends up in its mouth, the Emperor probably won't blame it, right?
The bloodlust raging in Little Blue Zombie's mind grew stronger and stronger, to the point that he could barely control himself.
It opened its mouth, waiting for flesh and blood to be fed into it.
The imagined taste of flesh and blood did not fill my mouth.
The little blue zombie stumbled into a warm embrace.
Yes, it's warm.
It couldn't feel warmth, nor could it understand what warmth meant; the word just suddenly popped into its head.
"...Wenwen."
Song's mother hugged the little blue zombie's body tightly, feeling its icy temperature. This temperature clearly told her that Wenwen was no longer the Wenwen she used to be.
My first reaction wasn't fear, it was pity, not just worrying about whether Wenwen would get cold every day.
Unable to resist, Song's mother hugged her even tighter.
No matter how tightly Song's mother held him, the little blue zombie remained cold, without any warmth.
Song's mother wept uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.
All the arguments she had prepared to give Song Hongfei about not bringing zombie friends back crumbled the moment she saw Song Wenwen.
This is their little princess; how could they bear to abandon her?
There weren't many words, nor was there much grief.
Song's mother hugged her little princess tightly, feeling like the luckiest parents in the world.
Finally, finally, I have a chance to see Wenwen again.
Neither she nor the Song family father and son felt that Song Wenwen was a burden or a monster.
This is their treasure!
Looking at his wife's appearance, Song Hongfei secretly wiped away a tear, then stood in front of the car and looked around.
To avoid being disturbed by others, or to prevent others from seeing Song Wenwen.
They didn't think it was shameful or disgraceful to have a zombie daughter.
He simply wanted to protect his daughter, afraid that others would hurt her.
Time passed second by second.
Song's mother didn't say a word, she just held Song Wenwen tightly.
When Song Ning returned after treating Bai Xizhu's injuries at the safe base, Song's mother was still holding Song Wenwen tightly.
Seeing the mother and daughter embracing tightly, Song Ning smiled and joked with Song Hongfei, "Why do I feel like you two are so biased!"
Not only were the Song couple biased, but Song Ning was also biased; no one doesn't dote on a beautiful younger sister.
Whether in the past or the future, as long as Song Wenwen is still alive, the Song family has always been biased.
“Nonsense, you’re all the same. You were all born from us. How could parents be biased? I certainly wouldn’t be.” Song Hongfei’s lips curled up slightly. “It’s your mother who’s biased.”
He would never tell this unfortunate child that he was biased, biased towards Song Wenwen, extremely biased.
Song Ning pursed his lips, clearly not believing his father's nonsense.
"Let's talk in the car!"
Song Ning glanced around and could see several superhumans passing by in the distance; they were superhumans from the safe base coming out to search for supplies.
They glanced over here, and although they didn't see Song Wenwen inside the car, it was better to be cautious.
If someone else sees Song Wenwen, it will be troublesome.
So the family closed the car doors tightly and covered the windshield with newspapers, layering them several times, before they felt a little safer.
The car was pitch black. Song Ning took out a small flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, barely able to see everyone's faces.
The three people and the zombie sat in the car for quite a while before they started talking.
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