CHAPTER 849: CHAPTER 204_3

In his mind, he was still replaying the conversation with his wife from last night.

Despite being a man, he loved snuggling in his wife’s arms, quietly sharing dreams of the future and discussing happy things with her.

They had agreed with some survivors to drive to Huangshi together. Not everyone was obsessed with those so-called gods and evolution.

But Huangshi was too far away, and there were quite a few companions. So they thought of finding a tanker, driving the tanker along with a big vehicle, forming a convoy towards the distant Huangshi.

They could even walk and explore, enjoying the scenery along the way.

He and his wife imagined a beautiful vision of the future, filled with dreams, but who could have foreseen such a tragedy?

He was no match for the tyrant. He planned to stall the tyrant so his wife could drive away in the tanker, but unexpectedly, she drove the tanker towards the tyrant, leading to a disastrous explosion.

Seeing that Wang Zhong didn’t respond to him.

Pang Yuan shook his head, came to his companion’s side, and said to Ji Qiuyue: "His name is Wang Zhong. His wife was probably in that burning tanker. They were a very loving couple. It’s a pity, no one expected such a tragedy."

Chen Ningning showed a sorrowful expression, "Sister Yanhong even gave me candies."

Sun Ya recalled Wang Zhong’s reaction when a pretty survivor appeared; he would stare intently. But soon, a fierce-faced woman would brutally yank his ear, and the Awakener Wang Zhong would be trembling like a mouse meeting a cat.

He was chased around by that woman, shouting as he ran...

I won’t do it again, honey.

I wasn’t looking, honey, I was looking at others.

In the apocalypse, it’s really rare, even barely seen, to maintain such affectionate relationships.

Just then.

"Ah..."

Chen Ningning exclaimed.

"Brother Wang Zhong, what are you doing?"

They looked in Wang Zhong’s direction and saw him walking towards the burning tanker, his silhouette exuding endless despair, as if the sky had collapsed into darkness, dull and without a sliver of light.

His world had completely collapsed, completely fallen.

"Is he about to..."

Ji Qiuyue widened his eyes, a premonition seeming to form in his heart.

Pang Yuan shouted, "Wang Zhong, the dead cannot come back to life. If Yanhong’s spirit is watching, she would want you to live well. If you’re willing, our team always welcomes your joining."

He fairly recognized Wang Zhong.

Though unsociable in team contexts, he never offended anyone. He would tolerate when necessary, clearly considering his wife, who was just an ordinary person. In the apocalypse, it was very difficult for ordinary people to survive without protection.

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His reluctance to offend anyone stemmed from hoping to keep his wife out of any danger.

At that moment.

Wang Zhong paused.

Turned around.

At the instant he turned.

They noticed a profound despair in Wang Zhong’s eyes.

Wang Zhong depended heavily on his wife, to an unimaginable extent.

Many people didn’t know the story of Wang Zhong and his wife.

Wang Zhong grew up without a mother, living with his father. Later, his father found a stepmother who brought a son along. In that household, Wang Zhong constantly faced his stepmother’s targeting, even his biological father favored the stepson over his own.

This continued until he was sixteen, hungry on his way to school; he passed by a bun shop. Looking at the buns steaming in the basket, his hunger urged him to secretly grab one.

The shop owner was Yanhong.

She was eight years older than Wang Zhong, started self-sufficiency early, opened a bun shop. Seeing the skinny Wang Zhong, she understood his situation and packed four meat buns for him to take away.

Wang Zhong had never experienced care from others. He stared at this not very pretty, somewhat rustic young woman, and gradually their relationship warmed. Yanhong learned his family situation, furiously scolding his father and stepmother.

Later, she invited him to come to her shop whenever he was hungry.

Gradually, Wang Zhong developed a dependency on Yanhong, until the year of his college entrance exams. He scored very high marks, but his father and stepmother pressured him to quit school, leaving the funds for his brother, and go out to work to support the family.

In such moments, it was Yanhong who stood up for him, insisting he attend university, covering his tuition and living expenses.

On the day Yanhong sent Wang Zhong to the station, he courageously said... After graduation, I’ll come back to marry you.

He would always remember Yanhong’s defiant stance, hands on hips, full of vigor.

"Eating my food, taking my money, offering scholarships, struggled to bring you up, and you still plan to eat my food, drink my drinks, well off you go, go to the big city. You’ll change your mind when you see it. I’m six years older than you. You’re only nineteen, but I’m already twenty-five."

Yanhong didn’t take Wang Zhong’s words to heart.

But Wang Zhong forever remembered what he said that day.

Until graduation, Wang Zhong returned to the familiar bun shop, stood before the familiar person.