Hearing Bai Xiqin's voice, a spark lit up in Zhang Yiming's lonely heart, only to be extinguished without hesitation.
Zhang Yiming tightened his fingers slightly inside the door, his body tense, eyes fixed on the door frame.
The door must not be opened.
He doesn't dare to gamble.
He doesn't dare to gamble on what kind of look Bai Xiqin would have outside the door.
She must know his identity.
Even if she didn't realize it when he lifted her up, she definitely knows now.
Zhang Yiming's heart sank to the core.
He saw in the mind of a Low Level zombie, his photo hanging brightly at the entrance of the safe base.
The most ironic thing was, that photo was cut out from a family photo, enlarged, and pasted there.
Even his parents couldn't tolerate his existence. Should he really live proudly under the sun?
If his own relatives can't accept him, how could he expect the Bai Family to consider him a friend?
