Known as Brother Qi, the half-infected, sadly hung his head and gave a bitter smile, nodding his head, "Yes, that's true, what if I went mad again..."
But these words stabbed Xiao Yun, his wife, in the heart, "Brother Qi, it's not your fault..."
The sorrowful crying and the look of despair caused Ji Wanwan a headache, wanting to talk business but feeling powerless to intervene.
Those who had undergone Corpse Transformation were essentially dead, and it was easier to soothe and negotiate with their relatives than with those of the living, though it felt cruel to say so.
But, it had to be said.
Ji Wanwan twisted her fingertips, awkwardly interrupting the couple's heartfelt exchange, "Um, may I ask why, as a half-infected, your eyes haven't turned red?"
Brother Qi and Xiao Yun, who had been softly sobbing and speaking, suddenly looked uneasy.
After a moment of silence, Brother Qi chose to be frank, "I am wearing full-eye contacts."