"Sister Jiang..." Xiao Tao shifted uncomfortably, twisting her fingers around the hem of her clothes. "I...I'm rested enough. I'd better get down and walk..."
Jiang Chan: "Sit down."
"But..." Xiaotao's voice trailed off, "pushing the stroller is tiring..."
A dry wind blew by, stirring up dust from the roadside. Jiang Chan squinted and waited for the wind to pass before speaking: "Sit down, don't make things worse! If you fall less and cry less, you'll be helping."
She wanted to say more—to tell Xiaotao that kindness can kill, to warn him that in the apocalypse, the first to die are those with a saintly heart—but looking at the child's thin back, these words circled on her tongue and were swallowed back, finally turning into only one sentence, "Don't get hurt in the future, then I won't have to push you anymore!"
Xiao Tao nodded obediently.
The group moved forward in silence. Behind them, the desperate wails of the Zhou family elders had long been swallowed by the wasteland and could no longer be heard. However, the aftershocks of the moral blackmail incident targeting Jiang Chan still rippled silently through the crowd.
Aunt Zhao walked in the middle of the group. She kept looking back, her face full of struggle and reluctance. Her pace slowed down, as if she wanted to break away from the group and walk back.
"Mom! Where are you going!" A teenage boy beside her immediately noticed and grabbed her arm tightly, his voice filled with anxiety, "Don't worry about it!!"
“But… Aunt Zhou, she…” Aunt Zhao looked behind her, her eyes filled with pain.
"No buts!" Aunt Zhao's husband chimed in, his face grim and his tone leaving no room for argument. "Mind your own business! What time is it?! Let's go!"
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