Apocalypse Extra — End
Wu Zhenfei was a strength-type mutated ability user. But strength-type mutation was often accompanied by speed-type mutation, and since he usually trained especially hard, he had not neglected either speed or strength. Apart from special ability users, in the entire base, only Jun Yueyue was stronger than him.
So his sudden outburst was something Ming Zhen had not expected.
However, Ming Zhen was a third-level zombie. At present, in a world where no other third-level zombies had appeared yet, she could be considered a zombie king.
She had not been idle during this period either. She had run around everywhere, creating second-level zombies. Her ability could no longer be compared to when she had fled back then. Although she had not expected Wu Zhenfei to attack, the moment the sharp blade stabbed toward her, she immediately tilted her head and dodged.
Wu Zhenfei’s knife missed, but it hooked down the black cloth covering Ming Zhen’s face.
Originally, as long as Wu Zhenfei turned his wrist and struck again, Ming Zhen definitely would not have been able to dodge. But when the face-covering cloth fell, Fang Anyan’s ability was burning zombies not far away, flames soaring into the sky. Amid the firelight, Wu Zhenfei saw the sunken, ugly scars on Ming Zhen’s face, and his movements froze beyond his control.
This woman cared so much about that face of hers.
Wu Zhenfei had once seen her take more than an hour at night just to remove makeup and do skincare. In Qiuhai City, Ming Zhen had actually been something like a benchmark among socialites. Yet with him, she had been humble until death.
If there was someone who was normally delicate and pampered to the extreme, yet was willing to jump into a zombie horde for you, could you really bring yourself to kill her?
Wu Zhenfei’s determination from moments ago fell apart before Ming Zhen’s face. The moment his movement slowed, Ming Zhen grabbed his wrist.
He was actually not as good as Ming Zhen thought.
He was indecisive, unable to properly love the person he loved, and unable to cut off the person who loved him. He did not even have any grand sense of righteousness. He was as selfish as every ordinary person in this world, calculating over petty, fragmented things.
He could not do it.
He could not be ruthless toward Ming Zhen’s face.
But in the next moment, Wu Zhenfei no longer needed to worry about so much.
He felt a chill in his abdomen. Then he heard Jun Yue shout his name in a tone of urgency she had never used toward him before.
“Zhenfei!”
Wu Zhenfei turned his head and looked at Jun Yueyue. He saw Fang Anyu standing beside her, protecting her in the firelight.
They were truly good together. Truly well-matched.
Wu Zhenfei thought that he was not worthy of Jun Yue. He finally realized that although he and Fang Anyu looked similar, they were actually completely different kinds of people. Although both seemed gentle in temperament, he was truly weak, while Fang Anyu’s softness was only an appearance. He was stronger than anyone and could protect Jun Yue better.
Wu Zhenfei slowly turned his head back and raised his eyes. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he met Ming Zhen’s pale eyes.
He was not as good as Ming Zhen either, Wu Zhenfei thought. His love was muddled and unclear, and even his choices were full of lingering indecision. He deserved to be unable to obtain what he wanted.
But he should not, under these circumstances, make everyone else suffer disaster with him.
At least…
So tears and blood slid down his cheeks together. He smiled at Ming Zhen and reached out his arms.
“Xiao Zhen… hug me.”
Wu Zhenfei had never called Ming Zhen this before. He had never looked at her with both eyes so focused.
When Ming Zhen had thrust the knife into Wu Zhenfei’s stomach with her backhand, she had not hesitated in the slightest. But when she truly saw Wu Zhenfei like this, when she heard him call her this, her heart twisted more violently than ever before.
Her gray-white eyes gradually changed back to the pale colour of human-like eyes. They had originally been icy cold, but now there was some change within them.
Ming Zhen crouched down before Wu Zhenfei. She could no longer distinguish or possess proper emotions. She only knew that like this, Wu Zhenfei would die.
She would never see him again.
Then what could soothe that twisting pain in her heart?
“You won’t die,” Ming Zhen crouched down, grabbed Wu Zhenfei’s bloodstained hand, brought it to her mouth, and licked it. “I’ll turn you into a second-level zombie. We’ll be together forever.”
As Ming Zhen spoke, she moved closer to Wu Zhenfei’s lips and sucked away the blood on them. Then she held the back of his neck and bit down.
Wu Zhenfei did not dodge. He only let out a faint, pained groan.
One of his arms held Ming Zhen, while the other moved behind his back, making a gesture at everyone to retreat.
Pain spread from his shoulder. Humans infected by a third-level zombie would mutate rapidly. In the blink of an eye, one of Wu Zhenfei’s eyes had already changed colour.
Ming Zhen raised her head, satisfied as she looked at Wu Zhenfei’s eyes.
Wu Zhenfei gave her an incomparably gentle smile. His hand pulled an iron ring from his pocket and silently threw it to the side.
This object had been found in the storeroom of Jiang’s group in the supermarket where Ming Zhen had been discovered. There had only been this one. It had always been kept with Ji Fei. When Wu Zhenfei came over just now, he had reached out and asked Ji Fei for it.
A third-level zombie’s speed and ability were astonishing. If Fang Anyu had not used vines earlier, they would have had no way to capture Ming Zhen. Without getting close, no one could guarantee they would accurately blow her up.
Wu Zhenfei truly did not want to die. Even in such a devastated world, he still wanted to live well. But Ming Zhen’s matter had begun with him, and it should end with him too.
He was sorry to Ming Zhen.
Sorry to everyone.
He… really was only an ordinary person.
For the first time, Wu Zhenfei took the initiative to hug Ming Zhen tightly. Beside her ear, he said, “Xiao Zhen, in the next life, if you still love me this much, I definitely won’t be half-hearted anymore.”
Ming Zhen had not yet reacted.
With a boom, she saw her body and Wu Zhenfei’s body, including the bodies of most of the second-level zombies standing behind her, fly into the sky together.
The last thing she saw was Wu Zhenfei’s hand behind his back, gesturing toward Jun Yueyue’s group, and the iron ring from the bomb lying on the ground.
With Ming Zhen’s speed, she could actually have dodged.
Wu Zhenfei was still the same. In his heart, he only thought of Jun Yueyue and had never been willing to look at her wholeheartedly, even when he was near death.
But the words by her ear were too beautiful.
In the end, Ming Zhen could not resist.
He had never given her any promise. He had never held her this tightly.
She… could not bear to let go.
After the thunderous explosion, Jun Yueyue wiped the moisture from the corner of her eye. Then she and the group of ability users surged forward.
More than half of the second-level zombies had been blown apart, and morale rose sharply. Fang Anyu pressed forward in one burst of effort, using the plants all over the resort to restrict the zombies’ movements on a large scale.
Meanwhile, the ordinary people in the accommodation building discovered that the zombies surrounding them had lost control and were no longer howling or climbing. Fully armed, they formed groups and rushed out of the building, beginning to fight the zombies outside.
The ability users carved a bloody path to the drawbridge and raised it. Without the second-level zombies’ command, the zombies outside the resort walls no longer stacked themselves to climb upward. Instead, they seemed like water weeds that had suddenly lost direction, drifting aimlessly.
With the zombies’ path cut off, everyone began beating the dogs behind closed doors, slaughtering without restraint.
But there were truly too many zombies.
They fought from the night until dawn. By the end, everyone’s abilities were fully exhausted. Every person’s body was covered layer upon layer in blood and rotting flesh as they mechanically and numbly repeated the motion of raising and lowering their blades.
When the final zombie in the courtyard was hacked down, the resort, now littered with corpses and swirling with fire smoke, welcomed the first sudden ray of dawn.
All the survivors came out, stepping through pus-blood that flowed like rivers, and looked toward the horizon.
Darkness always passed.
Dawn always arrived as promised.
Jun Yueyue did not even have the strength to turn her head. Fortunately, she felt someone take her hand, covered in blood and filth, and interlock fingers with her at this moment where purgatory and paradise met.
This battle had been difficult.
But it was also an unprecedented great victory.
Almost everyone who could move had participated in the battle. After the battle, no one counted casualties. No one cleaned up the corpses covering the ground. Those who could still move supported those who could not, helping one another walk back toward their homes.
Some cried loudly. Some laughed loudly. Some were silent. Some stood frozen for a long, long time.
No one doubted that after experiencing a battle like this, they would surely be unstoppable in the future. There was nothing left to fear.
When sunlight spilled over her entire body, Jun Yueyue walked silently with the survivors toward the little village where they lived.
The climbing roses that had always been bright and gorgeous were scattered all over the ground. In last night’s battle, not even a single flower or tree in the resort had stayed out of it. Under Fang Anyu’s control, they had all helped everyone. Their vines had been torn apart by zombies, their flowers ripped away.
Jun Yueyue held Fang Anyu’s hand and slowly walked toward the house, never once looking back.
She was in an extremely extreme state.
It felt as if she could faint at any moment, because her physical strength had been completely exhausted. But she was still holding on to one breath, like a machine that had been switched off instantly. Without power driving it, it was still turning.
Almost everyone was in the same state.
Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu returned to their house. The door closed. They helped each other wash up, then lay down on the kang together.
The moment Jun Yueyue’s body touched the bed, the force she had been using to hold herself up finally scattered.
Before the machine stopped turning, she saw Fang Anyu tap her hand. A thin vine grew from the tip of her finger.
Jun Yueyue moved her lips. She wanted to ask him, can you already control plants without using a medium?
But she had no strength to speak. She could only turn her head and look at Fang Anyu lying beside her.
Fang Anyu had actually consumed even more energy than Jun Yueyue. But the more fiercely his ability was used, the faster it recovered. This was also the advantage of wood-type ability. Of course, right now, he truly needed to rest properly.
But he quietly met Jun Yueyue’s gaze. He felt that if he did not tell Jun Yueyue about his advancement before sleeping, he would definitely regret it.
So he used the little ability he had barely recovered to grow a blade of grass from Jun Yueyue’s fingertip.
Then, through this medium that came from himself, he tried to transmit what he wanted to say to Jun Yueyue.
Fang Anyu did not know whether it would succeed.
But after he finished speaking, he saw Jun Yueyue close her eyes.
It probably did not succeed…
Fang Anyu held Jun Yueyue and very quickly sank into sleep too.
He thought, I’ll try again when we wake up tomorrow.
He did not know that Jun Yueyue had not fallen asleep. She was only terribly dizzy.
She had heard it.
What Fang Anyu had said to her in his unique way.
He said: I love you.
Jun Yueyue was so tired she could not respond. She could not even open her eyes. But the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and soon, she too sank into darkness.
He said he loved her.
He said it.
His voice was different from every version she had ever imagined, yet somehow, it was also the same.
It carried a gentle warmth that made people feel safe and sink into it, softly brushing over everything in her, letting her fall in the darkness and be reborn in the dawn—
Jun Yueyue did not know how long she had slept in the dark. She only knew throughout that Fang Anyu was beside her.
When she opened her eyes again, the light in the room was not glaring. The blackout curtains were drawn. Her gaze crossed the overly large bed and saw an ornate, luxurious crystal chandelier.
Jun Yueyue’s thoughts lagged for a moment. Somewhat aimlessly, she wondered, who moved her?
Where was this? The accommodation hotel?
But very quickly, she rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, and froze amid a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
A pure white wedding dress was scattered by the window. The floor was messy. The water dispenser’s red light flashed, indicating the water had boiled. The faint refrigeration hum of the fridge sounded in the silent space.
Jun Yueyue widened her eyes and turned to look toward the bed. Fang Anyu still had half his face buried in the soft pillow, but the hair visible outside…
It was yellow!
Jun Yueyue quickly walked to another room and opened the door. All kinds of rehabilitation equipment were quietly arranged inside.
She stepped back twice, her bare feet touching the cold floor, still thinking that she must be dreaming.
This was actually the apartment Old Master Jun had arranged for Jun Yu in Qiuhai City!
Jun Yueyue remembered that after the wedding, she had come here with Fang Anyu. But how was this possible? She should have woken up in the base…
Jun Yueyue shook her head, closed her eyes, then opened them again. But the scene before her did not change. She reached out and pinched herself. Pain came, but everything before her still did not change.
If this was a dream, could a dream be this realistic?
Jun Yueyue, dressed in a bathrobe, quickly ran back into the bedroom. She saw Fang Anyu also sitting up in a daze and hurriedly climbed onto the bed, holding his face.
“Wake up. Answer me one question…”
There was no need for him to answer.
Because Fang Anyu, after opening his eyes, first stared wide-eyed at Jun Yueyue’s head of golden curls. Then he looked around the room. Shocked, he met Jun Yueyue’s eyes.
Jun Yueyue held his face and murmured, “Are we dreaming?”
Or…
Was the apocalypse the dream?
Jun Yueyue found it difficult to believe and impossible to imagine.
One of them sat on the bed, the other half-knelt on it. They stared fixedly at each other for a long time, until the phone by the bed rang, finally pulling them out of their almost possessed state.
The caller was Li Li.
Jun Yueyue stared in panic at the phone in her hand. It was the couple phone that had long since been lost in the apocalypse, the one she had specially gone back to that boss to customize for her marriage with Fang Anyu. For a moment, she did not dare touch it.
Fang Anyu saw the caller ID and reached out to take the phone. First, he held it to his own ear to listen. Then he paused and handed it to Jun Yueyue.
He… could not hear.
After Jun Yueyue answered the phone, Li Li immediately said, “You might not believe this if I say it, but Anyan and Ji Fei are also here with us right now…”
Jun Yueyue held her breath. As Li Li spoke, she also spoke at the same time.
Li Li: “We all had a dream…”
Jun Yueyue: “I had a dream…”
Jun Yueyue looked at Fang Anyu with an indescribable expression.
The people on both ends of the phone fell silent at the same time. After a moment, Li Li suddenly exploded with a “Fuck!”
Jun Yueyue instantly broke, not knowing for a moment whether she should cry or laugh.
“Let’s meet. Come to the hotel now,” Li Li said.
Jun Yueyue made a sound of agreement. After hanging up, she looked at Fang Anyu, who had the same complicated expression as her, and suddenly threw herself into his arms.
She hugged him.
“I’m talking, and you can’t hear me, right?” Jun Yueyue asked softly beside his ear.
Fang Anyu gave no response. He only held Jun Yueyue tightly.
Jun Yueyue murmured to herself again, “I heard your confession last night.”
She smiled, but tears fell. She lowered her head and wiped the warmth against Fang Anyu’s shoulder.
The two washed up and dressed. Fang Anyu stood by the bed the whole time, staring at the old men and women doing morning exercises downstairs.
Jun Yueyue knew what he was watching.
He was watching whether those people would suddenly turn into zombies.
When the two held hands and came downstairs, both Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu could feel the other’s nervousness.
They were cautious, extremely alert, walking bit by bit through the corridor. Just as they were about to turn down the floor, they encountered one household opening their door.
A familiar voice came.
“Dad, Mom, I don’t need you to send me this time. I can go to school by myself. You don’t need to give me money for now either. I’m planning to work part-time with my sisters during the holidays.”
Jun Yueyue instantly stopped and looked toward the family of three tugging and pulling at one another.
These three people were far too familiar to them. They were Jiaojiao’s family.
After Jiaojiao saw the two of them, her eyes instantly changed. She pushed her parents back inside the door, waited against the wall for a moment as Jun Yueyue passed, then suddenly ran away with her schoolbag on her back.
That gaze filled with terror and fear was one Jun Yueyue was extremely familiar with. In the base, before Jiaojiao died, every time she ran into Jun Yueyue, she had looked at her with that expression.
This could not be the gaze one should have upon meeting for the first time.
Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu looked at each other. The same confusion was in both their eyes.
They went downstairs, got into the car, and drove onto the orderly road. Traffic lights, pedestrians, noisy streets, people laughing in groups of three or five, and passers-by hurrying along — everything made Jun Yueyue miss it so much she almost cried.
Even now, she still could not tell whether this was the dream, or whether that overly realistic apocalypse had been the dream.
But during the apocalypse, Jun Yueyue had thought that if only they could return to normal society again.
And when all of it suddenly came true after waking up, Jun Yueyue’s most real feeling was actually not knowing what to do.
After arriving at the hotel and entering the lobby, Jun Yueyue glanced at the familiar girl behind the front desk, as well as the revolving door deeply engraved in her memory. They took the elevator. Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu went directly to the hotel room where Li Li and Jun Yu were.
Jun Yueyue had only knocked once when the door opened.
Jun Yu, Li Li, Fang Anyan, and Ji Fei all stood at the door, staring at Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu.
Every one of them looked familiar to the others, yet had also become unfamiliar.
Ji Fei still had a pointed chin. Fang Anyan was more than one shade paler. Jun Yu’s posture with the prosthetic was not quite straight, and Li Li supported her with one large hand. He was even wearing a wig.
As for Fang Anyu and Jun Yueyue, there was even less need to say. Several months after the apocalypse, both of them had returned to traditional black hair. Not to mention that later, Jun Yueyue had cut her hair short. Unlike now, with both their flamboyant hair colours and their skin paler and more delicate than during the apocalypse, they looked like two walking Barbie dolls.
Everyone looked at each other strangely for a moment, then moved aside to let Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu in.
The six sat on the sofa, staring at each other for quite a while.
Li Li could not hold back and spoke first. “Did we have the same dream? Let’s compare it now. This is too damn weird!”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Li Li said, “In the dream, I had stone-type ability. Yu’er had iron-type.”
Fang Anyan nodded. “I was fire-type. Ji Fei was transformation.”
Up to this point, everything matched.
But the four still all looked at Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu.
Jun Yueyue said, “I had strength and speed. Anyu had wood-type and control.”
Everyone simultaneously let out a breath of relief, then immediately grew tense again.
“Then now, is this the dream, or was… the apocalypse?” Ji Fei said. “Anyway, I tried to transform this morning and failed.”
Jun Yueyue said, “I grabbed an iron door and it didn’t deform.”
Li Li said, “I tried to change the shape of a marble sink and failed.”
Fang Anyan said, “I couldn’t even set the quilt on fire.”
The group looked at Fang Anyu.
Fang Anyu did not know exactly what they were saying, but he could guess that they must be discussing the apocalypse.
Seeing everyone look at him, his face was helpless. Jun Yueyue held his hand. “He can’t control anything either. No need to ask. I had him try this morning.”
The six fell silent again.
After a moment, Fang Anyan’s phone rang. He answered it and somewhat dazedly asked, “Secretary Wei? You said there’s a video meeting this afternoon?”
Fang Anyan had been setting fires for several months. For a moment, he could not return to the rhythm of a boss even busier than a corporate slave. He hesitated. “How about postponing… postponing it?”
Fang Anyan glanced at Ji Fei and the others, then said, “I just got married. I’m going on honeymoon.”
The secretary on the other end choked.
What was the CEO talking about? Hadn’t he sent her a message at past two in the morning last night, reminding her to fully prepare for the one o’clock meeting today?
Fang Anyan hung up the phone. For the first time in his life, he scratched his head over work matters.
Everyone’s expressions were also wonderfully varied.
Just then, Jun Yu’s phone rang too. Halfway through the call, her tears fell. After hanging up, she looked at Jun Yueyue. “Grandpa is urging us to go back.”
Jun Yueyue hugged Jun Yu. Although she did not have deep feelings for Old Master Jun, she could not forget his death during the apocalypse.
She also knew Jun Yu had always blamed herself.
“Then let’s go together,” Fang Anyan suggested. “The resort isn’t far from Xiude Town, right?”
Fang Anyan did not say it directly, but everyone clearly understood the implication.
No matter what was going on, they had to go back and take a look.
Everyone immediately became busy. But after wandering around the room, they discovered that they were all subconsciously collecting supplies.
Food, drinks, daily necessities, and warm clothing.
However, when they were about to leave and faced a pile of clothing, everyone suddenly laughed. In the end, they brought nothing.
They only drove one car, the off-road vehicle Fang Anyan drove. There was almost no dispute. The driver was sent away, and Ji Fei directly slipped into the driver’s seat like she had done countless times in the apocalypse.
But they no longer had dangerous road conditions to break through, nor did they need Ji Fei’s skilled driving to take them away for their lives. The car slowly left the hotel and merged into traffic.
At this moment, in one of the hotel rooms upstairs, Wu Zhenfei stood by the window wearing a bathrobe. His hair was still dripping water down below. He held a towel in his hand but did not wipe it. He only stared at the car Jun Yueyue and the others were leaving in.
This time, his heart no longer felt the tearing pain of being destined to part from the person he liked.
Instead, there was a strange calm.
Safe journey.
Wu Zhenfei said inwardly.
No one knew what he had felt when he woke in the middle of the night and discovered he had returned to normal society.
Nor did anyone know what mental journey he had gone through that night, or why, when Jun Yueyue asked for him at the front desk, he had told them to say he was not there.
Nothing had collapsed.
He had not caused the deaths of so many people.
Wu Zhenfei pressed his hand to the window. The damp water on his palm touched a patch of frost outside the glass, but he did not notice.
It was snowing.
The door was knocked on, again and again.
Wu Zhenfei looked at snow suddenly falling from a clear sky under blazing sunlight and slowly smiled.
He turned, opened the door, and after seeing the person outside, asked with a normal expression, “What is it?”
Ming Zhen had not even had time to comb her hair. She stood outside Wu Zhenfei’s door barefoot, tears circling in her eyes several times, her emotions nearly collapsing several times.
She had had an especially long dream. The dream had been too terrifying. The most terrifying part had not been her jumping into the zombie horde, but that she had killed Wu Zhenfei. She had stabbed him with a knife!
Ming Zhen trembled slightly as she looked at Wu Zhenfei.
How much she liked him could be seen from just this glance. She was feeling guilty over a dream she could not confirm. She was afraid Wu Zhenfei would be angry with her. She…
“Come in and talk,” Wu Zhenfei said, wiping his hair with the towel as he stepped aside to let Ming Zhen in.
Ming Zhen walked in barefoot, anxiously gripping her clothes. Looking at Wu Zhenfei, who was facing the window with his back to her while drying his hair, she finally spoke. “I had a dream…”
Wu Zhenfei’s movements froze for a moment. But soon, his expression returned to normal. He put down the towel and looked at Ming Zhen seriously.
When the doorbell rang, he had already guessed it was her.
When he had seen those six people gather together early in the morning, he already knew that everyone remembered that dream.
He said nothing, only looked at Ming Zhen very carefully and asked, “After having that kind of dream, do you still love me very much?”
Knowing that version of him, so mediocre, selfish, indecisive, even useless, would she still love him?
Ming Zhen froze completely. Then the tears she had been holding back fell with a rush. She nodded desperately, but the first thing she said was sorry.
Wu Zhenfei smiled.
He had never smiled at Ming Zhen so brightly before.
He opened his arms to Ming Zhen and said, “Come here.”
Ming Zhen trembled violently once, then flew into Wu Zhenfei’s arms like a little cannonball.
Wu Zhenfei tightened his arms and said softly, “Let’s not divorce.”
Ming Zhen wailed loudly, but Wu Zhenfei never let her go. He held her tightly, allowing her to rub tears and snot all over his chest.
It was early spring in April. Outside the window, heavy snow flew everywhere, dense as goose feathers pouring down from the sky.
For a long time, there had been no changing seasons, no changing temperature. Now, the temperature suddenly dropped. The green vegetation and fresh flowers were impossibly struck by heavy snow. Before they had time to wither or die, they were beautifully frozen on their branches and stems.
In the car, Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu were wrapped together in a small blanket, looking out at the world covered in silver.
The snow falling onto the road was crushed by the car, turning into melted muddy water.
“Such heavy snow at this time,” Li Li muttered from the back. “Good thing we still brought the supplies, otherwise wearing skirts and shorts, wouldn’t we freeze to death?”
As he spoke, he adjusted the blanket around Jun Yu. Jun Yu’s nose was a little red from crying. She had just spoken with Old Master Jun on the phone.
Now, she turned her head and met Li Li’s gaze, leaning dependently against his shoulder and even rubbing against him like she was acting spoiled. It nearly made Li Li so happy his nose bubbled.
Jun Yu did not believe that was a dream. The clearest thing she knew now, something that those brushes with death again and again had told her, was that no one in this world was more reliable than the man beside her. She would no longer be stingy about expressing her affection, because this mad world was truly too unpredictable.
In the front seat, Fang Anyan held Ji Fei’s hand on the gear shift and rubbed it. “I’ll switch with you. I’ll drive.”
Ji Fei turned her head and glanced at him, smiling. “Sleep for a while, darling. The snow is too heavy and blocking the view a little. Once we get onto the mountain road, it’s better if I drive.”
Fang Anyan nodded, but did not let go of her hand. After a while, with his eyes closed, he suddenly said, “Actually, you look good no matter what form you’re in. As long as it’s you, I like it very much.”
In the past, he would absolutely never have been able to say such words. Moreover, this solemn tone was far too cheesy. If he said it, the four people behind him would be soured to death.
Even Ji Fei would have gotten goosebumps listening to it.
But now, after he said these words, the four people behind them — strictly speaking, three of them — acted as if they had heard nothing, all speaking intimately with their own partners. Ji Fei, meanwhile, held his hand back, and the smile at the corners of her mouth widened.
The group returned all the way to Xiude Town.
Originally, Fang Anyan and Ji Fei had planned to go directly to the resort. But Old Master Jun had returned from the sanatorium, looking fairly energetic, and personally asked them to stay.
The meal was unprecedentedly harmonious and complete.
After the meal, Old Master Jun did not speak with Jun Yu alone as he usually did. He also did not say anything strange, nor did he mention the dream.
Everyone thought he had not dreamed the same as them.
That day, they all stayed at the Jun residence.
Old Master Jun passed away peacefully that night.
Having just finished holding a wedding, they now held a funeral. The outside world looked at the Jun family with sympathy, while also secretly watching for drama.
After all, Jun Yueyue and Jun Yu had only just taken over the Jun family not long ago. Many projects had still been left behind by Old Master Jun.
But very quickly, they discovered that they had worried too much.
The Jun family, the Fang family, and Li Li, the new business elite of Pingchuan — each of these three forces alone was not enough to make people too wary. But once combined, they practically became an iron triangle of companies.
After the young people struggled for a while between dream and reality, their lives gradually returned to the right track.
Fang Anyan still ran around everywhere. However, the secretary, bodyguard, and driver by his side were all replaced by one person.
Jun Yu still buried herself in company affairs, and Li Li was her best partner and helper.
Jun Yueyue was wildly unprofessional. She kept a title, returned most of the shares to Jun Yu, took a small portion of dividends for herself, and brought Fang Anyu all over the world to wander.
After wandering for several months, the two returned to the resort and began running a supermarket.
This world finally began operating normally, like gears biting together correctly. Seasons changed. People were busy and fulfilled.
In the blink of an eye, more than a year passed.
Near the end of the year, the resort closed for the holiday. Most employees were sent away. Li Li and Jun Yu, Fang Anyan and Ji Fei, also all rushed to the resort to meet Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu.
At ten at night, New Year’s Eve dinner began to be prepared. Everyone started making dumplings. The television played the lively Spring Festival Gala, full of red and festive atmosphere.
Fang Anyu pinched a little rabbit for a while, then pinched a little mouse, but refused to make proper dumplings. His face had a smear of white flour, and he was having the time of his life.
Jun Yueyue was in charge of rolling out the wrappers, indulging him as he made this and that. Li Li complained, Jun Yu quietly laughed, and Fang Anyan and Ji Fei, who were preparing another type of filling, secretly kissed in the kitchen.
At midnight, New Year’s Eve dinner officially began.
Everyone sat around the table. Through the huge panoramic glass skylight of the accommodation hotel, they watched Pingchuan City, its neon lights tangled, fireworks filling the sky.
Li Li raised a bottle of wine. When he poured beside Fang Anyu, he paused. “Do you want some?”
After asking, Li Li slapped his own mouth. “Look at me. I always fucking forget.”
Not only him. Everyone often forgot that Fang Anyu could not hear, frequently speaking to him from time to time.
But this time, Fang Anyu understood. This specific situation was not hard to understand. Moreover, through difficult effort, he had learned some lip-reading. He could understand simple words.
But regarding the question of whether he should drink…
He turned his head and glanced at Jun Yueyue, his eyes full of eager anticipation.
Jun Yueyue thought that it was New Year’s after all. And he was not like in the apocalypse, with abilities. Her heart softened, and she let him drink.
His little face still grew paler the more he drank, and in the end, he could still walk in a straight line. He almost drank Fang Anyan and Li Li under the table. But that night, after they returned home, washed up, and lay down, Fang Anyu went mad.
Jun Yueyue still thought she was some mighty strongwoman. But even after exhausting all her strength, she only managed to run to the door before Fang Anyu carried her back and threw her onto the kang.
That was right. They had eaten New Year’s Eve dinner in the accommodation hotel, but returned to sleep in the little house in the themed village.
Jun Yueyue did not manage to sleep all night. Without abilities, when Fang Anyu’s drunkenness rose, it faded even slower than when he had abilities.
However, there were no vine swings or anything like that this time. It was just that Jun Yueyue could not climb up the next morning.
Before leaving, Ji Fei and Jun Yu both came to kindly express their condolences, and solemnly express their sympathy.
Jun Yueyue finally crawled up in the afternoon of the second day.
At that time, Fang Anyu was in the little courtyard, tending to his flowers and plants, as well as a fish tank containing a little soft-shelled turtle and a pregnant goldfish, bubbling with oxygen.
Half a year ago, the two of them had fully settled here. Now, the courtyard was filled with Fang Anyu’s flowers, plants, fish, turtles, and even some little birds.
The sunset was bright.
Jun Yueyue held onto the door as she came out, leaning by the doorway, squinting as she was dazzled by the warm golden sunlight.
“Hey, help me over,” Jun Yueyue called at his back, clearly knowing he could not hear.
But after calling, she smiled as she watched Fang Anyu.
While watering, Fang Anyu’s hand touched the thorn of some flower. He put the slightly bleeding finger into his mouth. As if sensing something, he turned his head. Seeing Jun Yueyue, he quickly put down the watering can and walked over.
He was draped in the sunset filling the sky, his brows and eyes warm, his smile gentle, just like the way he had looked when Jun Yueyue first fell for him.
He had never changed.
He reached out to Jun Yueyue and pulled her into his sun-warmed embrace. He kissed her hair by the temple, his lips moving slightly.
It was the new lip-reading phrase he had learned—
I love you.
—Apocalypse Extra, End.
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