Yuche had seen people die before.
He, himself had killed hundred, if not thousands before the world came to an end.
Some he killed quickly, some slowly. Some died screaming, some died begging... and some still tried to crawl away with half their bodies missing because human beings were stupid enough to keep fighting long after they should have stopped.
He had watched men bleed out in alleyways, choke to death in their own blood, burn alive during territory wars, and overdose in the back rooms of clubs while music kept playing outside the door.
And yet, none of that had prepared him for this.
Shen Rouxi lay motionless on a pile of blankets in the middle of the living room while everyone circled around her like moving too far away might somehow make things worse.
Nobody sat down.
Nobody relaxed.
Even Lingyun, whose body count was probably more than his, paced between the kitchen and the living room carrying supplies nobody asked for because at least it was something to do.
