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I have been doing my best to help you, but don't expect things to come easy. I can assist, but I can't pave the way for you directly; you'll have to put in the effort yourselves.
After saying this, Yun Zhi Yue picked up her bowl and continued eating. Bound together with World Will, her spirit was in tatters. Assisting was already her limit; how humanity in this Dimension would survive depended on them.
The sound of the door opening caught Yun Zhi Yue's attention. Was someone else coming? This was a Zombie nest, and most who could enter were from large base teams. It had been a whole morning, and yet someone managed to break in alone?
In walked a man resembling a Blood Gourd, accompanied by a small and thin Dou Xie Cai. The Blood Gourd man was carrying a cloth bag, but as soon as he entered, he collapsed. His appearance was unrecognizable; his limbs were mangled from Zombie bites, while the Dou Xie Cai seemed to be relatively unharmed.
He looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in rags, with blood smeared across his face, making it hard to discern his features.
“Dad! How are you? Medicine! There must be medicine here; I'll find it for you!” The boy exclaimed as he set down his gaze on his father, who seemed intent on moving further inside but was suddenly pulled down by a bloody hand gripping his ankle. “Dad!”
The Blood Gourd man lay on the ground, unable to move, yet his gaze turned towards them as he rasped, “Which one of you is Yun's Supermarket Miss Yun?”
Yun Zhi Yue stood up and walked over. “You’re looking for me?”
The man revealed a skeletal arm that trembled as he opened the cloth bag he clutched even while lying down. Inside was a pot of wilting yet vibrant red Hibiscus flowers.
Under Yun Zhi Yue's astonished gaze, he uttered his last plea: “Please take care of this child... please.”
With that, he breathed his last, collapsing onto the ground. The boy scrambled up in distress and hugged his father tightly, crying out, “Dad!”
Yun Zhi Yue stood frozen in place. This child bore no signs of Ability; could it be that his father had brought this flower for an adventure?
Yin Liangchen furrowed his brow slightly. “Yun Zhi Yue, if you want the flower, it should have been sent out already. Don’t get yourself into trouble.”
Yun Zhi Yue understood what Yin Liangchen was warning her about; once she opened the door to protect this boy, more people would come seeking refuge for their children.
She turned and walked toward the dining table but paused after taking a few steps.
“How long are you going to cry? Can you wash your face so I can see what you look like?”
The boy's sobs gradually subsided as he stared blankly at Yun Zhi Yue.
With a soft chuckle, Yun Zhi Yue picked up a wet wipe from the table and returned without minding the tears all over the child's face. She gently grasped his chin and wiped it clean.
After using several wipes, she finally revealed a delicate face resembling tender bamboo shoots—young and innocent yet already hinting at future beauty.
Yun Zhi Yue smiled, "Isn't this a coincidence? Your dad sent flowers as a buy-one-get-one-free deal. What's your name?"
Cang Jin's chin was pinched, and he didn't struggle as he obediently replied, though the sadness in his eyes was hard to conceal.
"Ah, your name. You have no ability, and you would die for sure. No one here will bother saving a burden."
"But your face is prettier than the flowers. I can keep you, but you have to work to support yourself. If you don't, I'll peel your face off and throw you out. You have one second to think about it. Will you stay?"
"I'll stay." There was no hesitation in his response, and Yun Zhi Yue was quite pleased.
She pinched the young man's cheek and said, "Good boy. There's a spot on the fifth floor where we can bury your dad. We can plant the flowers there as a tombstone. Take whatever you need and tidy yourself up before coming down."
Cang Jin nodded, "Thank you, Sister Yun."
After expressing his gratitude, the young man hoisted his lifeless father onto his back, picked up the flower pot from the ground, and struggled toward the escalator.
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