Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Amu panicked.
Seeing Ming Chu lower her eyes, seemingly disappointed in her, she quickly waved her hands. "I didn't mean it like that, Sister. I really didn't mean to doubt you. I was wrong, I was truly wrong."
This time, Amu spoke with a sob; she was genuinely guilty and knew she had made a mistake.
Seeing the child on the verge of tears, Ming Chu's heart softened.
She couldn't be too harsh on a child, as Amu had no malicious intent; she was simply using her own methods to eliminate danger.
This was because she had always lived in an unsafe environment, and she was merely trying to protect herself with her own strength.
Ming Chu couldn't blame her.
She reached out and gave Amu a hug.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose, Amu, but both Awuh and I worry. Regardless of what happened before, at least while I'm here, try to trust me. Don't take risks, okay?"
"Okay." Amu rested her chin on Ming Chu's shoulder, her soft, chubby cheeks nestling perfectly against Ming Chu's neck.
It brought a soft, tender sensation.
Ming Chu softened her expression and rubbed Amu's bottom. "Did I hit you too hard just now? Are you still in pain?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Amu blushed, feeling embarrassed. "I used to fall down all the time and the pain would go away quickly. I'm fine."
"Alright, since it doesn't hurt, let's leave this place first. The smell of blood is too strong; we don't want to attract anything else later." As Ming Chu spoke, she glanced toward the water pool.
The originally emerald-green pool seemed to have darkened in color, and Ming Chu could vaguely make out a waiting silhouette.
It was a pity, though; no one would go near it, and no one would be foolish enough to act as a snack for it in the water like that man had.
Ming Chu led the way while carrying Awuh, but this time Tali walked second, while Chang Zhou and Amu looked after each other in third.
They only stopped after traveling about five kilometers.
That was because Chang Zhou said that if they kept walking, they wouldn't be able to eat the best fried fish chunks.
Chang Zhou had cut an entire fish into pieces and fried them. The five-pound fish wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either. Once fried to a golden brown and served, it still radiated a faint heat and smelled exceptionally fragrant.