Luo Mu’er removed the scarf from his neck, staring into Si Nan’s calm, waveless eyes at close range: “I deliberately brought it with me this time before coming to China because I knew an unprecedented disaster had begun, and humans might be extinct from the Earth. So on this day when we reunite in the apocalypse, are there still opportunities to go back to things that hadn’t yet begun and start over again?
Luo Mu’er whispered, “After developing the vaccine, humans will establish the final safety fortress. I promise all painful memories will become memories, and I will let you live a good life.”
“Truly,” he said solemnly, “as long as you believe in me.”
After a long silence, Si Nan softly said, “I have never believed in you.”
“I know,” Luo Mu’er paused, then countered, “But those things you thought would last forever have ultimately changed, haven’t they?”
Si Nan raised his right hand, touching the frayed edges of the scarf worn for years.
Luo Mu’er looked at him, his eyes full of encouragement.
“…” Si Nan suddenly smiled slightly.
The smile was weak but carried an unmistakable strange meaning, then he shook his head.
“What?” Luo Mu’er couldn’t help but ask.
“I don’t remember,” Si Nan said with a smile, “But I’m not the type to do such things, especially not to you.”
“So either you’re lying…”
“I’m not!”
“Is that so?” Si Nan said lazily.
Luo Mu’er suddenly stood up, his face a mix of red and pale; however, before he could say anything, Si Nan’s last sentence became the fuse that ignited his anger:
“You’re too sentimental, ‘brother’,” Si Nan said sympathetically, “Just like your father was to my mother… she never even gave him a second glance until her death.”
A sharp, modulated roar suddenly erupted in the room: “Jian!”
The female Alpha quickly pushed open the door, seeing her superior standing by the bed, turning back with pupils completely transformed into a gloomy and terrifying deep gray.
“Confession serum,” he gritted out, his anger making each word chilling:
“…bring in all the confession serum!
Zhou Rong shifted his gun barrel left, aligning the sight with Romuel’s leg, his index finger on the trigger.
—But at that moment, the female Alpha suddenly roared: “What’s going on!”
