In her previous life, she had watched many zombie movies. Just imagining herself turning into one of those made chills run down her spine.
With a small swipe of her paw, she stored her body in the warehouse.
Looking at the dark, chubby bear paw, she felt an immense disdain.
How long would she have to endure her bear life...
Over there, the sobbing Gu Yan finally realized something was off.
The ear rested on his father's chest heard a faint heartbeat, and the fingertips touched the skin, sensing a bit of warmth.
He didn't dare believe it, shakily reaching his hand under his father's nose to check.
Indeed, his father was still breathing, though weakly. This was real.
His father was not dead.
He still had a father.
Tears of joy streamed down his small face, and he smiled, afraid it was just a hallucination, anxiously asking, "Little bear, little bear, my father isn't dead, right?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao, bearing the bear's body, gave Gu Yan a sideways glance.
Calling out to whom?
