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"After I got hooked on this stuff, I studied this pink flower carefully."

"After many attempts, I discovered something remarkable."

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu turned the pink flower upside down, gently pulled off a petal, and spoke with a burning gaze.

"The petals of this flower actually have the ability to change our physical constitution."

"Pollen is a drug that can make everyone addicted, while the petals are a magical medicine that can improve human physique."

"I have to say, this weird thing makes me start to believe that gods really exist in this world."

Qu Yunliu's face suddenly glowed with a creepy excitement, and he preached to the man in the stone prison impatiently.

"The pink flowers changed my physique and helped me come out of my stupidity."

“I learned to think truly and understand what I really want.”

"By that time, I had already realized that there was something wrong with my lungs."

"So I can't wait any longer. I'm going to do what I want to do, even if it makes you hate me."

When the man in the stone prison heard this, his eyes flickered and his gaze fell on the pink flower, and he spoke in a dry voice.

"So, you want to tell me."

"It was these pink flowers that changed you. Was it them that made you betray us back then?"

Hearing this, the excitement in Qu Yunliu's eyes slowly faded away. He lowered his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke in a low voice.

"I need to admit that those pink flowers did change me, but I don't think that's a bad thing."

The man looked straight at Qu Yunliu and asked in a deep voice.

"After all these years, have you ever thought of the brothers you betrayed, even just once?"

Qu Yunliu's fingertips trembled, he paused, then looked at the man calmly and answered.

“I think about them often and even dream about them.”

"Today, I will tell you the truth. Every time I sit with those idiots in the base, I think of them."

"I am also a human being. I will miss and feel guilty."

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu held up the little pink flower and spoke softly.

"But I have a way to numb myself. I can convince myself."

"So, even if I had to do it all over again, I would do the same thing exactly."

Hearing this, the last glimmer of light in the man's eyes faded, and he slumped back weakly, his eyes dull, muttering to himself.

"Hahaha, you really are hopeless."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yunliu simply stood up, threw the pink flower in his hand gently into the stone prison, and said indifferently.

"Is such that."

"I will never regret what I did back then."

"If you want to hate, then hate it."

After saying that, Qu Yunliu turned around, turned his back to the stone prison, and spoke softly.

"I feel much better after speaking this out, but I also have some bad news to tell you."

"After I die, those people will not be able to support you like I do. They will probably kill you."

"This pink flower is my gift to you."

"I hope that in this last summer, you can forget about the past and try to numb yourself."

"Like I did."

After saying the last sentence, Qu Yunliu no longer lingered and walked out of the cave.

In the stone prison, the man who was missing both legs stared blankly at the pink petals that fell in the prison, as if he had lost all his strength.

After a moment, a hint of hatred flashed in the man's eyes. He grabbed the pink flower, along with the weeds and soil on the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it like a hungry beast.

On the stone wall, the shadow of a man swallowing was reflected. A breeze blew by, and the faint shadow gradually changed its appearance, with its fangs and claws bared, like an evil ghost.

Chapter 65 White Butterfly

Time flies by like a white horse passing by.

Before I could notice it, half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

During this half month, I didn't go anywhere and stayed with Tongtong the whole time.

Every day I accompany Tongtong to bask in the sun, take aimless walks in this desolate city, pick up garbage in the ruins, catch wild rabbits and so on.

Life is simple and happy.

This kind of life that I have always dreamed of seems to be gradually healing my sensitive and broken heart. I am no longer hysterical or lonely.

The message of autumn seems to have arrived in the city. From the big trees beside the streets, yellow leaves are gradually falling down and piling up at the roots.

On the empty street, Tongtong walked with her little feet, stepping on the fallen leaves all over the street, as happy as a little child.

"Mo Li."

Suddenly, Tongtong, who was jumping in front of me, called my name.

Yes, Su Li is not my real name, Mo Li is.

But I personally don’t like this name. I once complained to my father about this literary name.

I looked up following Tongtong's voice, and saw Tongtong holding two fallen leaves, blocking her eyes, and shouting happily.

“Ding~ding~ding.”

I looked at Tongtong's childish appearance and couldn't help laughing. In these few months, Tongtong often behaved like a child, which was very cute.

By now, Tongtong is no different from an ordinary girl.

Tongtong still stutters when she speaks some words, but she pronounces my name very standardly every time.

I walked over slowly, pinched Tongtong's little nose with my hand, and laughed softly.

"Are you making a face?"

Tongtong threw away the fallen leaves in her hand, feeling inexplicably proud, she straightened her chest and nodded heavily at me.

"Ok!"

Seeing this, I reached out my hand and kneaded Tongtong's little face like dough. I couldn't let it go and laughed softly.

"That's called a grimace, understand?"

After saying that, I reluctantly let go of Tongtong's little face, but after Tongtong's little face was freed, she stuck out her tongue at me and then asked me seriously.

"Is that right?"

This silly girl is becoming more and more like a cat.

I pursed my lips, rubbed Tongtong's little head with my big hands, as if coaxing a child, and laughed softly.

"so smart."

Hearing my praise, Tongtong immediately narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Let's go, we haven't found what we want today."

I spoke softly as I looked up at the situation around me. There were very few zombies in this area, and it was a place where many humans were scavenging for supplies.

Can't be careless.

Tongtong nodded obediently, stretched out her hands very naturally, held my arms, and pressed tightly against my body.

How can I describe this feeling?

Just, great.

As I smiled, Tongtong and I took a step forward. The fallen leaves fluttered and fell like snowflakes.

At first glance, the street is covered with golden fallen leaves, which is beautiful and dreamy.

As I was walking, a white butterfly flew past me, its white wings fluttering gently, inadvertently catching my attention.

Her red pupils were glowing with light. She seemed to like the butterfly very much. She unconsciously pulled me and followed the butterfly all the way.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only let Tongtong pull me and follow the butterfly.

The leaves were falling, I looked at the dancing butterflies, and then at the smiling face beside me. For a moment, I was slightly distracted, as if I was in another world.

Am I having a sweet dream?

I still remember that last autumn, on this same street, I was sitting alone among the fallen leaves, looking at the fallen leaves all over the street with a gloomy expression.

The wind blew, and the place was empty, as if I was the only one left in this world.

I still remember the unspeakable loneliness and the feeling of powerlessness that drove me crazy.

So, if this is a beautiful dream, please never wake up from it.

White butterflies were flying, leading Tongtong and me forward.

The white butterfly flew across the streets and alleys, and finally flew high and landed on the balcony on the second floor of a residential area.

Seeing this, Tongtong looked lost. She turned her red pupils towards me, wanting to say something but stopping herself. I sighed, took Tongtong's little hand, and smiled helplessly.

"Now that we're here, let's go up and take a look."

Compared to my hands, Tongtong's hands are a little smaller, a little colder, and soft, like holding a piece of cloud, as if it would slip through my fingers at any time.

The elevator had been out of service for a long time, so Tongtong and I walked up the stairs step by step to the second floor.

In the slightly dim corridor, the walls that should have been white were stained with countless black bloodstains, and the white paint was peeling, cracking, and mottled.

I could imagine what this place had gone through during the zombie outbreak, but it made no sense.

In many of the stories I know, they all have the same ending.

The door of the room on the second floor was rotten to pieces, and Tongtong and I walked into the room without any hindrance.

The floor was covered with dust, and all the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust. Our footsteps alone stirred up a lot of dust.

I took Tongtong and walked through the house and came to the balcony. The white butterfly was resting in a flowerpot on the balcony.

Seeing this, Tongtong walked over carefully, stretched out her fair little hand, and gently approached the white butterfly.

The white butterfly seemed to sense that Tongtong had no ill intentions, so it gently flapped its wings and landed on Tongtong's fingertips.

Tongtong smiled, turned slowly, and held the white butterfly on her fingertips. This scene was really beautiful.

I smiled but didn't go over, for fear of scaring the white butterfly on Tongtong's fingertips. With nothing else to do, I shifted my gaze to this room.

This room is covered with thick dust. Among the dust, there is a large bookcase, a bed, and a desk piled with books.

I walked slowly to the desk, blew away the dust, and then I saw a slogan posted on the table. It was a very simple four-character slogan.

Good luck in the college entrance examination.

My eyes flickered and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I picked up a book at random, dusted it off, and found it was a math material.

As I tapped it gently, a small card fell out of the information book.

I was a little surprised, so I picked up the card and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a card of a band from that year, with lyrics written on it.

Perhaps, at that time, he was still looking forward to doing what he wanted to do after the college entrance examination, such as watching his favorite band perform.

But I vaguely remember that the lead singer of that band committed suicide long before the end of the world.

I looked at the lyrics that were still clearly visible, and in a trance, I seemed to hear the melody and the nostalgic singing.

“I tried so hard.”

I have struggled hard.

“And got so far.”

Until now,

“But in the end.”

Finally I found out,