Is everything irreversible?

The two recovered in the wooden cabin for two days, and Ping Chengcheng could now barely sit up.

Her back had been terribly mangled by the submachine gun, with her spine almost fractured. If not for her strong regenerative abilities, she would have long been dead.

Ping Chengcheng hadn’t known how to explain her rapid recovery, but Song Ning had already concocted an excuse for her, suggesting that perhaps humans were also starting to evolve.

So the girl went along with Song Ning’s words.

On March 7th, their food supplies were completely depleted.

If they didn’t go out to find food, they would starve to death.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ping Chengcheng felt a strange sense of déjà vu. This scene, inexplicably familiar…

It was like… her previous life…

No, this time, she would absolutely not let Song Ning die again!

Never!

But… Ping Chengcheng lowered her head, looking at her fragile body.

Her main body’s tentacles had also suffered a severe blow before. These past few days, she often tried to release the tentacles from within her body, but she only felt a piercing pain from her spine.

Her body was extremely weak; it was hard to say if her stamina was even better than a child’s now. Could she truly protect Song Ning?

Song Ning noticed Ping Chengcheng was preoccupied. She gently sat beside the girl, extended a hand, hesitated, then pulled a piece of paper from the table and wiped some dirt from her palm.

She pulled the girl into her embrace, and Ping Chengcheng leaned against Song Ning’s chest.

“Sister…”

A bad premonition gnawed at her. This scene was truly too similar, just like in her previous life!

That time, she was also injured, only able to stay in the room, waiting for Song Ning to go out and search for food.

Growing increasingly uneasy, the girl instinctively clutched Song Ning’s sleeve.

“Sister…”

‘So scared… so scared! Sister… Sister, please don’t go…!’

“Chengcheng, be good…” Feeling the girl’s unease, Song Ning’s face was haggard. She comforted the girl over and over.

Her eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible hatred. When her wounds healed and they returned, she would make Huang Zhong wish he were dead!

She would!

Ping Chengcheng held onto Song Ning tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment, but her stomach rumbled…

Song Ning chuckled softly, patting the girl’s face. “Alright… be good, Chengcheng. I need to go out and find food now.”

No… no! Absolutely not!

“Sister… I don’t want you to go!” she cried out in a panic, tears streaming down her face like pearls, warm drops pattering onto the back of her hand, searing her heart…

She was truly too scared… too scared! She didn’t want to lose Song Ning again… In her previous life, it was like this, she lost her just like this! No!

“Listen to me, or I’ll get angry and won’t like you anymore!” Song Ning put on a stern face, pretending to be annoyed. She only thought the child was clinging to her and being unreasonable.

If they didn’t go out to find food soon, they would both starve to death.

The girl, tears brimming in her eyes, bit her lower lip, looking at Song Ning with a wronged expression.

Song Ning’s heart softened. She wiped the tears from the corners of the girl’s eyes.

“Alright then, I’ll search the house again for food, okay?”

She sighed. She had already searched the house several times last night, finding no food. Saying this now was just to coax the girl into letting go.

Ping Chengcheng, however, showed a naive smile, her voice mixed with a sob: “Sister, just don’t go… Hehe…”

‘Why is she so silly?’ Song Ning frowned, reaching out to touch her forehead. It felt a bit warm; she must have a fever.

Her heart sank. A fever in this situation… it seemed finding food was an urgent matter.

Gently placing the girl on the bed, Song Ning feigned a search for food in the house. The girl’s gaze followed her intently, as if afraid Song Ning would escape.

Song Ning chuckled bitterly to herself. ‘This silly child, she really depends on me…’

While pretending to search for food, Song Ning actually found a bag of crackers in a crack of a cabinet.

She joyfully moved her aching legs and came to Ping Chengcheng’s side.

“Chengcheng, I found some food! Come on, open your mouth,” she said with a smile. Her luck was incredible; she actually found food.
But the girl kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to eat no matter what. She stared blankly at the cracker held to her lips, scene after scene connecting with her previous life.

No… she wouldn’t eat!

‘Why, why is everything the same!?’

‘It was the third month of the apocalypse, just the same, trapped in a house, and even…’

‘Even the last piece of food Song Ning found was exactly the same!’

No!

She refused to eat it, no matter what. She was terrified that if she ate it, events would unfold just as they had in her previous life!

No! No! She refused!

She refused to lose Song Ning again!

Song Ning frowned, not understanding why the girl was acting this way.

“Sister, you eat it…” Ping Chengcheng choked back her tears, her voice trembling in a way that made her pitiful…

But Song Ning shook her head, her face impossibly cold. “You won’t listen to me? Chengcheng? Be a good girl and eat it, and your body will recover faster.”

“Do you understand?”

But Ping Chengcheng still wouldn’t obey.

‘Why? The girl used to be so well-behaved, why is she suddenly not listening to her? Is she feeling sorry for her?’

Song Ning’s mind spun, and she thought of something to say: “I’m not hungry right now. Last night, I found a piece of bread in the house. I was too hungry to tell you, so I ate it myself.”

!!!

The girl’s pupils suddenly dilated, and large tears immediately began to stream down her face.

‘Is it still the same, even now?’

‘No… she absolutely cannot eat, absolutely not… If everything happens the same way, does that mean…’

‘Song Ning, will still die?’

‘As long as she doesn’t eat that cracker, can Song Ning live?’

A suffocating sensation enveloped the girl. She could only feel her heart clenching, again and again. Her heart ached so much she couldn’t breathe; she could only hear her own heartbeat.

‘Yes, don’t eat that cracker, don’t eat it! If she does…’

‘Song Ning will die!’

In Song Ning’s eyes, the girl’s crying was simply because she believed what she had just said. She thought the girl was crying because she had secretly eaten the bread.

Song Ning gave a bitter laugh and pulled the girl into her embrace.

“Be good… Eat it, okay?”

“I—I won’t eat it! Sister, I don’t want to eat it…” Ping Chengcheng’s tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, weeping pitifully, making Song Ning’s heart ache beyond words.

“Why?”

“I—I’m not hungry!” she insisted stubbornly, but her stomach immediately rumbled again.

“Still saying you’re not hungry?” Song Ning’s patience slowly began to wear thin.

She had to find food quickly.

“Listen to me, understand?” Her voice grew firm once more.

“Really, Sister… I really can’t eat it!” Ping Chengcheng couldn’t suppress her sobs. She had to pause for a long time after every half-sentence to compose herself.

“Why can’t you? Give me a reason?!” Song Ning was somewhat annoyed. To her, this was completely unreasonable!

“Because… if I eat it… Sister… you… you’ll die!” The girl sobbed as she finished the sentence, but Song Ning shook her head with a serious expression. ‘This girl, has she gone silly from the fever?’

‘No, I have to make her eat something, otherwise it will only get worse…’

“Chengcheng, be good… I’m sorry…”

With one hand, she forcefully pinched the girl’s lower jaw, pressing her index finger and thumb together with force, forcing the girl’s mouth open.

With her other hand, she crushed the cracker and poured it little by little into the girl’s mouth.

Ping Chengcheng forcefully moved her tongue, trying to spit out the cracker crumbs. But Song Ning gave her no chance. With a firm resolve, she pushed all the cracker pieces down her throat!

“Cough, cough!”

A minute later, Ping Chengcheng lay on the bed, silently weeping, desperately trying to claw at her throat with her fingers, attempting to vomit out the cracker she had just eaten. But at this moment, her digestive ability was unusually strong; the food had already been digested.

“Alright, I’m going out to find food now. Don’t run off.” Song Ning’s expression was calm. Fearing the girl might wander, she tore the bedsheet into strips and bound the girl to the bed.

There was a claw hammer in the corner of the small wooden house, which she took with her.

Prepared, and enduring the lingering pain in her chest, she opened the decaying wooden door and stepped outside, gently closing the door behind her. Braving the cold wind, she plunged into the outside world without a backward glance.

Ping Chengcheng merely wept, helpless.

‘Really, is everything truly irreversible?’