At the end of the corridor, Qiu Hui lay quietly, the sedatives continually releasing their effects in her body. Her headache hadn't completely gone away, still throbbing slightly, but she could think about the past, the present, and the possibly nonexistent future, which made her shed tears.
In her sorrow, she heard the sound of the door lock turning. She quickly turned her head to wipe the tears from her pillow. Before she could speak, she heard the howling noises, which made her heart tighten.
"Qiu Hui, how's the headache feeling?"
Zhang Su put the zombie on the floor and asked naturally. He could tell at a glance that Qiu Hui had been crying, but couldn't offer any comfort, so he pretended not to see it, which was the best way to avoid it.
Qiu Hui looked at the zombie on the floor with some fear and nodded slightly, "It's okay for now, Brother Zhang, what is this for?"
"Oh, just to see the zombie's reaction to you. Don't be nervous."
Zhang Su said with a relaxed smile.
