On the ground lay a few chubby mice. These mice would eat anything—plant roots, rubber, fabric, special soft clay, and even a small amount of metals. They would also eat meat and even humans. If fresh corpses were discovered by a swarm of these rodents, they would quickly be devoured, leaving only bones.
Similarly, humans could eat them too.
Han Yanyan looked at the few mouse corpses on the ground, which bore little bloodstains, her expression vague and hard to read.
She could guess whom he had gone to see and what he had done. After all, for the past few months, aside from Abke, they hadn’t had much contact with anyone else. But this... was earlier than she expected.
The age gap that Han Yanyan had deliberately created in this world meant that there wouldn’t be any romantic feelings between Ding Yao and her. However, ever since Ding Yao was a baby, she had worked hard to foster intimacy between them. They shared meals, slept together, and even bathed together, getting used to each other’s breathing.
This kind of closeness transcended romantic feelings; it was simply two people relying on each other, each being each other’s everything.