That night, they casually found a place to rest. The meat they braised earlier was added to the pot of instant noodles. Before long, a rich, savory aroma slowly spread through the air.
Everyone eagerly held their instant noodle cups, waiting to be served. Since they had prepared only a single pot, it was impossible to cook for all fifteen people at once, so they had to take turns, one pot at a time.
Su Mu ladled out a bowl for Su Wanmei. She accepted it with a gentle smile.
“Mu Mu, how are things between you and Ah Yao now?”
Su Mu paused slightly at her words, then stiffly changed the subject.
“…I’ll go gather some firewood.”
How could Su Wanmei not see through his attempt to dodge the question? This time, she refused to let him off so easily.
“Just tell Mom—how are you two now? If you’ve made up, then you’ve made up. If not, then say you haven’t.”
Su Mu really didn’t want to answer that question. Left with no other choice, he used a method an old comrade had once taught him and said solemnly, “It looks like you’ve gotten another crow’s-foot wrinkle at the corner of your eye. Is it because you haven’t been resting well these past few days?”
They locked eyes.
Su Wanmei didn’t say anything for a long moment, simply studying him with a probing gaze.
Su Mu: “……”
Didn’t Qi Mo say this trick worked on women of any age to change the subject?
Su Wanmei sighed helplessly.
“Mu Mu, it’s not that Mom wants to scold you, but your emotional intelligence is really becoming harder and harder to look at.”
“And who told you crow’s feet appear because of poor rest?”
Su Mu: “……”
Under Su Wanmei’s persistent questioning, Su Mu finally glanced back toward Luo Beiyao’s direction. As if sensing his gaze, Luo Beiyao looked back as well, his eyes as deep and dark as the midnight sky.
“…I remembered some things from before,” Su Mu said, rubbing his temples. “But too much has happened during this period.”
Su Wanmei paused slightly at his words. Looking at the weariness etched into his expression, she fell silent for a long moment before speaking again.
“Mu Mu, Mom isn’t trying to force you to be with Ah Yao. I hope you can find someone who truly treats you well. If you meet someone you like in the future, Mom will help you take a look.”
Su Mu wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words and replied softly,
“Okay.”
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Something damp landed lightly on Su Mu’s face—calm and faintly comforting. He froze for a moment, then spread his palm and lifted his head slightly. The next second, Fang Yiyang’s loud voice rang out nearby.
“Huh? Is it raining?”
More droplets fell onto his palm and face. Su Mu felt an extremely pure energy slowly seep into his skin. Wherever it passed, it felt as though his cells were gently opening, like feathers brushing softly across them.
“T-this… why is the rain red?”
Using the faint light of the night, Su Wanmei finally saw the color of the rain clearly. Her eyes widened in shock. Witnessing such a bizarre phenomenon in the apocalypse sent a chill through her entire body.
At her words, everyone was clearly startled. Once they realized the rain’s color under the dim light, the ugliest expressions were on Su Mu and Wu Keke.
Wasn’t this blood rain supposed to descend one month into the apocalypse?
Why had it arrived early?
Su Mu immediately scooped Su Wanmei up and rushed toward the truck. Seeing his reaction, coupled with their fear of the unknown in the apocalypse, no one dared waste a second. They abandoned the food in their hands and scrambled into the vehicle one after another.