"I have to go now."
The Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, stood before him, extending his right hand.
The white gloves were still on her hands.
It's just not the pair I was using to cook.
It's a new pair, very clean, with no stains.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming lowered his eyes, a hint of reluctance flashing in them.
"goodbye."
Bai Xizhu generously extended her right hand and gently shook hands with him.
She understood the pain Xiaoming felt after turning into a zombie; they were classmates, yet their future paths diverged.
She couldn't offer words of comfort, so she could only shake hands and wish them well.
Even through his gloves, Zhang Yiming, the Zombie King, could feel the warmth emanating from Bai Xizhu's hands.
Bai Xizhu could also feel the warmth of the zombie king Zhang Yiming's hand.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming's hands were not cold; like Zhang Yiming himself, they had warmth, only the blood beneath his skin was still black.
Bai Xizhu gently squeezed, but couldn't pull her hand away.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming gripped the handshake firmly, his eyes fixed on the two clasped hands.
The pair of fair fingers and the gloved hands looked somewhat incongruous.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming looked at Bai Xizhu's face again. This time, Bai Xizhu understood another special emotion in Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
Longing, reluctance, burning passion...
They made no attempt to hide it.
Even when he met those dark eyes, Zombie King Zhang Yiming did not look away; at that moment, he could not restrain any of his emotions.
For a moment, Bai Xizhu was stunned.
After a long while, Zombie King Zhang Yiming slowly loosened his grip.
"And you, goodbye."
Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced at Leng Yebai, whose face was as cold as ice, and also extended his finger.
Leng Yebai unceremoniously grasped the hand of Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
creak creak --
It's unclear whose fingers were making the crunching sound, or perhaps both.
In any case, neither side will make the other's life easy.
"Let's go!"
After shaking hands "amicably" with Leng Yebai, Zombie King Zhang Yiming turned and left.
I didn't greet them again, I just waved to them.
His back view looked incredibly lonely and forlorn.
Bai Yifan suddenly remembered a line of poetry: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold..."
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