In the room, Qin Yi crossed her legs, her slender fingers touching a small, red, wooden box.

Qin Yi opened it carefully, her gaze gentle, and at this moment, she appeared to be a real sixteen-year-old girl, without any of her disguises and claws.

There was nothing in the small wooden box but a small brocade bag, a white background with black flowers embroidered on top of it.

Qin Yi was silent for a moment, then opened her mouth and whispered, “Grandma.”

This brocade bag was the only thing her grandma had left for Qin Yi. Qin Yi remembered her grandmother handing it over to her before she pa.s.sed away, telling her not to open the brocade bag until she turned 30.

Qin Yi was very curious at the time and did not understand why. Her grandmother made Qin Yi swear that she would keep her promise, otherwise, she would not rest in peace.

Grandma was the nicest person to her, the only hint of color in an otherwise bleak childhood. She couldn't bear to let her grandmother die with any regrets, so she obviously kept her promise.

So many years had pa.s.sed and Qin Yi really did not open it. The apocalypse came very abruptly in her previous life, so Qin Yi had forgotten to take it along with her when she left. In this life, she had already placed it in the Origin s.p.a.ce

She didn't know what was hidden in the bag, if there was anything at all, but it was the only thing her grandma had left her so Qin Yi kept it very safe.

The brocade bag was tied with a red rope, which Qin Yi would then hang around her neck. The vintage red rope was very suitable for Qin Yi, who didn't look strange or ugly at all.

Qin Yi held her legs just like she did when she was a child, back when her heart was filled with worries and she could only tell her grandmother. She liked to hug her legs while her grandmother was knitting sweaters or preparing something to eat, listening to Qin Yi pour her heart out all the while.

“Grandma, I'm doing fine now. I've got a couple of teammates who are like brothers and they are very nice to me. You don't have to worry about me not having friends or being bullied anymore. Grandma, are you happy about how I've grown up? I will not be good this time, I will certainly not let the Qin family, Qin Mian, and Qin Jiajiao off. Do not be angry at me, Grandma. Whether I'm good or bad, please don't be mad at Yiyi.”

The youth buried her head between her legs, her expression not visible but capable of eliciting an inexplicable burst of sadness nonetheless.

Qin Yi woke up from the cold and sat upright before she realized that she had fallen asleep while sitting. Her head was slightly hurting and her body was a little hot, leading her to believe she might have a fever.

The temperature was very low during nights in the apocalypse and she usually slept without a blanket – she was really ill this time.

Qin Yi felt a little dizzy but her mind was still clear. There was total silence outside and it was clear that Yun Huan and the others were not back yet.

Qin Yi furrowed her brows, opening the bedroom door, and sure enough, the hall was empty. She looked out the window and saw it was already dark.

Why weren't Yun Huan and the rest back yet? Qin Yi was a little worried.

Being enveloped in darkness during the apocalypse was very dangerous. Qin Yi frowned and put on a coat, getting ready to go out.

As soon as she got out, she heard a stern warning, “Get out.”

Qin Yi could tell that the voice belonged to Yun Huan, meaning he was nearby.

Qin Yi walked toward the sound under the dark sky, dizziness overtaking her. It was quite dangerous for her to move around in these conditions.

She had to force herself to concentrate and observe her surroundings at all times.

Qin Yi was walking when all of a sudden, a dark shadow came, the familiar peppermint scent causing Qin Yi to put down the huge knife in her hand.