Zhang Xin looked up at Chi Xia, said nothing, and then silently lowered her head again.
Seeing her like this, Chi Xia sighed: "More than half a year has passed. Don't you know what kind of person Li Han is? Everyone has seen how he treats you. Our young master Li is good at cooking and living room. Although he likes to use his pinky finger, he is a pure man at heart. Liu Daniu is about to succeed in his revolution. You should at least give our young master Li a chance."
Zhang Xin remained silent with her head down.
Chi Xia could only drop the bombshell: "This is the apocalypse, and we've encountered danger along the way. We were lucky to meet Qin Zhao, which saved us a lot of trouble, but that doesn't mean we won't encounter trouble. The fourth team that came back the day before yesterday lost a person, didn't they? Do you really want to wait until something really happens before you can face your feelings?"
Zhang Xin's eyes flickered, and she finally spoke: "I...I'm not good enough for him."
Upon hearing this, Chi Xia knew that she was still living in the inferiority complex of the past.
He sighed immediately, sat down next to her, reached out and stroked her long hair, and said with a smile, "You're overthinking things. The past ten years or so only represent the past, not the future. Besides, you have fair skin, a beautiful face, long legs, a great figure, and a lovely face. How are you not good enough for him? Li Han doesn't care about the past, so why do you insist on turning the past into shackles and trapping yourself in it?"
"I feel dirty." Zhang Xin rubbed her hands together nervously, as if there was something dirty on them. "He's good, he deserves better."
The words "I'm dirty" stung Chi Xia's heart. She reached out and touched Zhang Xin's long hair, saying softly, "A momentary lapse doesn't define a lifetime. Even ex-convicts have a chance to reform. Why won't you forgive yourself? People who know you and cherish you won't care about the past. We don't care, and Li Han cares even less. Life is long. Isn't it better to let yourself go?"
"There's an old poem that says, 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for ye may ye have no flowers left to pluck.' Don't wait until it's too late to regret it. I'll just ask you one question: If something were to happen to Li Han, would you be willing to attend to him as a family member?"
Zhang Xin clasped her hands together, pursed her lips, and remained silent.
Chi Xia's words lingered in Zhang Xin's ears, and the phrase "sending him on his final journey" caused her heart to ache.
She didn't follow Chi Xia's lead and think about family status; just the words "last journey" were enough to make her feel overwhelmed.
Seeing Zhang Xin's changing expression, Chi Xia knew that she was already somewhat tempted, so she stood up and said, "You haven't thrown away the trash yet. If you've thought it through, then throw it away."
After saying that, she turned and left.
She had already tried to persuade Zhang Xin, and had prepared all the reasons and ways to save face. If Zhang Xin really couldn't take that step, there was nothing she could do.
Hearing the door close, Zhang Xin turned and looked down through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Li Han was still standing there under the streetlights. The early winter night was already quite chilly, and his breath was clearly visible.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Xin finally made up her mind, stood up, and went downstairs.
Li Han had been standing downstairs for almost two hours. He was leaving tomorrow, and this was the first time he had been separated from Zhang Xin since they met, and the separation would last at least ten days.
He knew that Zhang Xin had a hurdle in her heart, just like when his first love turned into a zombie in front of him, and he could only kill her with his own hands.
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