Miles Murray had practically turned the Hope Base warehouse upside down, piling all its treasures in front of Josie Quinn.
Precious medicinal herbs, beautiful pre-apocalypse clothes, jewelry, and even a few Crystal Cores from sixth-evolution zombies—each one pulsing with immense energy.
Josie Quinn looked at the small mountain of supplies before her, an exasperated expression on her face. "Are you trying to give me the entire base to take back? Veridia Base isn't short on these things. You should keep them for yourself."
But Miles Murray stubbornly picked up the most precious sixth-tier Crystal Cores and pressed them into her hand, his gaze deep. "That's what *they* give you. This... this is from me, Miles Murray. It's different."
He wanted to give her the best of everything, as if doing so could make up for the regret of not always being by her side.
