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Ji Chen's figure emerged from the back of the crowd, and the guards automatically made way for him.

He was dressed in crisp new clothes, even his boots were polished to a shine, in stark contrast to the people around him, all covered in blood and grime.

I curled up in the corner of the wall, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my clothes, my knuckles pale from the force.

The child in my womb seemed to sense danger, giving me a gentle kick.

Ji Chen squatted down in front of me, reaching out to brush away the messy hair on my forehead.

"Wanwan."

He called my nickname with a sigh, his fingertip grazing my swollen cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

Warm breath brushed past my earlobe, but the words spoken were laced with poison.

"Although you are my wife, you caused the death of everyone, I can't keep you."

He was here to personally convict me; as long as I was charged with attracting zombies and causing everyone's death, I would be openly executed.