The second I agreed to the supply run, everyone in the dining room started moving like we were preparing for war.
Which honestly felt dramatic given everything.
Chenghai immediately started reorganizing supplies near the front entrance while Zhenlan checked through backpacks with enough focus to make me regret every life decision that led to this moment.
I could practically see the checklist going off in his head. And the weird thing was... all the other times we had gone out before, Zhenlan had never once acted like this.
Like he knew what to take when you were trying to survive the unknown.
He had everything in a bulky backpack. Medical kits, flashlights, batteries. extra clothes, tools, three different radios.
Seriously, how long did he think we would be gone? He packed enough supplies to survive outside for a week, maybe even longer.
We were supposed to be leaving the house for a few hours.
At most.
