Ding Yao knocked on the door of the room next door, and Han Yanyan opened it to let him in. It was Ding Yao's first time in Han Yanyan's room. His eyes swept around. Though the furniture was the same, it was evident that Han Yanyan had rearranged it. Compared to Ding Yao's place with its standard "luxury suite" feel, this place had a distinctly feminine touch. It unexpectedly reminded him of pre-apocalypse homes.
Ding Yao was a little surprised, yet not surprised. Han Yanyan had been with Thunder Strike for three months, and given her inscrutable demeanor, this femininity was unexpected. But thinking of the white dress she often wore, Ding Yao's mouth twitched, and he found it not so surprising after all.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
If it hadn't been for Han Yanyan, he might have escaped on his own, but the rest of the team would likely have been wiped out. The two of them had narrowly escaped death from dozens of advanced mutated zombies and had been severely injured. Fortunately, Sun Lijun, who was with the team, had used all his abilities to heal them and pull them back from the brink of death. Yet, both suffered from excessive blood loss and depleted energy. Even upon returning to Nanling, they still felt weak.