What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

For a moment, Fu Ying wanted to stay away from the girl in front of him.

Especially when her gaze passed through a layer of clear water and looked at herself with heartache.

Fu Ying hesitated for a few seconds and asked in a low voice: "What pain?"

As she spoke, she gently stroked Song Shu's face, but her fingertips were reluctant to touch the red eyes, and hesitated to stay on the cheek.

"Hatred, resentment, despair, darkness... these things."

Song Shu said, grabbing Fu Ying's fingertips on his cheek and sighing.

"When I heard you say that you could control your hatred, I didn't feel anything. It was only now that I realized that you not only have your own pain, but you also have to feel the pain in other people's hearts."

Somewhere in Fu Ying's heart suddenly felt empty. She pulled her fingers out of Song Shu's palm and stared at her in silence.

"You don't have to worry about what I saw. In fact, I couldn't see anything." Song Shu said calmly, "I just felt the same way. I copied the ability to control hatred, and I also felt the hatred."

Fu Ying waited for a few seconds, but Song Shu didn't say anything, so she whispered again: "I... have never felt hatred from you."

——Have you never hated anything?

Fu Ying couldn't ask this question, but Song Shu could see through her thoughts and shrugged calmly.

"It's impossible for a human being to not have negative emotions, Fu Ying, I also hate." She said nonchalantly, "I also hate, I also complain, and I also feel unwilling."

At this point, Song Shu stared at Fu Ying again: "Can you feel the deepest hatred in other people's hearts?"

Fu Ying stared into Song Shu's watery black eyes. The expression on her face made Fu Ying feel a little strange.

An unknown impulse made her silently grab Song Shu's wrist and pull him into her arms.

"I... can feel it." Fu Ying whispered, "But I can't feel yours."

"Hatred means you have faced pain. I don't want you to experience something heartbreaking. I want you to be happy all the time."

"I don't want to sense your hatred, nor do I want you to know how devastating true hatred can be."

Song Shu rested his chin on her shoulder and listened quietly.

"Although... a lot of things may happen in the future." Fu Ying stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around Song Shu's slender waist under his large jacket, "But what I can be sure of is that now that I'm here, I won't let you get hurt easily."

Song Shu curled the corners of her mouth and felt a warm breath on her neck. She shrank her shoulders to escape the strange itch.

"There's an old saying that goes, 'A friend in need is a friend indeed.' Maybe we've never experienced true friendship before, but in this last days, maybe we can meet our destined person."

Song Shu straightened up, looked at Fu Ying's cold eyes that always showed indifference but now softened a lot, and joked: "Maybe, you are my destined person."

Fu Ying: "Well, there is no maybe."

Song Shu raised his right hand and gently shook his fingertips, pulling the black mist up into the air.

She looked up and said in a more relaxed tone: "As long as you don't care about those things, you won't have such deep hatred. Instead of being tortured by nightmares day and night, you might as well learn to love yourself, right?"

Fu Ying did not answer, but looked at her with a deep gaze.

"You have a nightmare?"

Song Shu smiled and shook his head: "I said so much, and you only grasped this key word?"

"I have been practicing what you said," Fu Ying said calmly, "I only love myself and put my own interests first. I have been doing this."

Song Shu nodded thoughtfully: "So, how do you feel?"

Fu Ying opened her mouth: "I..."

She looked at Song Shu's face and couldn't even say the words "feeling good".

The ending of her previous life was indeed not happy. Perhaps Song Shu, who wanted to save her, would collect her body and dig out the spirit crystal in her heart as a commemoration.

She lived until the fourth year of the apocalypse adhering to the principle of loving only herself. She didn't think she was wrong, but if she had to say how she felt——

When Song Shu saw that Fu Ying remained silent for a long time, he understood what was going on.

"Do you regret it?"

Fu Ying was still lost in thought, and subconsciously said, "No."

——She has no regrets.

Fu Ying took a deep breath and remained exceptionally calm.

"I don't regret my life rules," she said. "If I had to do it again, I would still do it the same way."

But even though I don’t regret it, I still feel regretful.

But now, regrets can be made up for.

Fu Ying looked at Song Shu, and saw that she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed!

Fu Ying watched her quickly snatch the bag of potato chips from the coffee table and start eating them.

Fu Ying: "..."

Song Shu ate happily. She noticed that Fu Ying's eyes were a little subtle, so she said as a matter of course: "You are right, we should follow our own ideas, so I will start eating snacks now."

Just as Fu Ying was about to speak, Song Shu interrupted her: "I have mastered the technique to copy your supernatural power! You promised me!"

"...Eat, I'm not stopping you." Fu Ying leaned on the sofa, looking at the girl's slender figure wrapped in a windbreaker.

The dark eyes moved slightly, slowly moving down from the slender neck, and stopped at the waist that he had just embraced.

Fu Ying gently rubbed his hot palms and came to his senses a little.

She not only wanted to get close to Song Shu and gain her trust, but also wanted to stand in the new camp to make herself live longer.

Now, she also wants Song Shu's full trust, the kind of trust that no one else can have.

She wanted to occupy a higher position in Song Shu's heart than anyone else.

Fu Ying thought silently, and when Song Shu turned around and handed the potato chips to her lips, she looked at Song Shu's smiling face, gently opened her mouth and took a bite.

——She wants Song Shu, she wants this person.