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Crackle!
The sound of branches exploding in the campfire.
"Ah!"
Cao Bin jolted awake, springing up from the ground, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
Sweat drenched his clothes.
Instinctively, he gripped the dagger hidden in his sleeve; his palm was clammy.
His eyes were bloodshot.
A twisted grimace lingered on his face.
Only when he saw the stylish young woman by the fire, watching him warily, did Cao Bin gradually come back to himself.
It was another nightmare.
For a month now, he’d endured the same torment every night.
The trauma, branded deep in his heart since the end of days.
Cao Bin wiped the cold sweat from his brow, glanced at the woman opposite, and quietly tucked the dagger away.
“Did you have a nightmare?” the woman suddenly asked.
Cao Bin turned aside, picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water from the small table, and took a shallow sip.
Just enough to moisten his throat.
But it was a habit forged over years of surviving the apocalypse.
In two months’ time, this half bottle of water might be worth more than a human life.
The woman’s gaze lingered on his right hand. Puzzled, she asked, “Do you always carry a dagger with you?”
“When you’re out and about, it’s best to be prepared…” Cao Bin sat up, stretching his limbs, ready to relieve himself nearby.
She frowned. “Is that really necessary nowadays? Look at me, traveling alone on foot, perfectly safe—what danger could there possibly be…”
Before she could finish, Cao Bin c