Chen Xiaoru just watched his movements quietly without saying anything.
Zhou Yuxuan picked up the hair dryer and carefully blew her hair. The warm wind gently brushed through her hair, carrying the warmth of Zhou Yuxuan's fingertips, making Chen Xiaoru feel at ease.
The hum of the hair dryer echoed in the quiet room, like a gentle lullaby, soothing the two people's tense nerves. Chen Xiaoru's long hair gradually regained its former smoothness under the warm breeze, exuding a faint shampoo fragrance.
Zhou Yuxuan turned off the hair dryer and broke the silence softly: "Xiao Ru, let's go eat something."
"Well, let's go. I'm starving."
Chen Xiaoru responded briskly and walked towards the restaurant first, her steps carrying a sense of relief after surviving a disaster. She quickly produced a case of beer from her space, placed it steadily on the table, and turned to Zhou Yuxuan and said:
"Zhou Yuxuan, let's have a drink! How can we have hot pot without wine?"
"Okay, but don't drink too much."
Zhou Yuxuan walked over with a hint of concern in his tone.
"You're so nagging. Sit down and eat. I'm starving."
Chen Xiaoru glared at him angrily, pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and put the food into the pot.
Zhou Yuxuan looked at her anxious expression and was certain in his heart that she was not the same her, but this her was more spiritual and more real than before.
Chen Xiaoru picked up a bottle of beer and handed it to Zhou Yuxuan, saying generously, "Come on, drink!"
She had no idea what Zhou Yuxuan was thinking, and even if she did, it wouldn't matter. She decided from the beginning to be herself and live a free and easy life.
Zhou Yuxuan took the beer, and the two of them clinked bottles together, gulping down the drink. The hot pot and the ice-cold beer, in this apocalyptic world, unexpectedly brought a touch of delight.
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