Qingran didn't speak those words with heat.
She didn't raise her voice, didn't turn to look at them. But the calm in her tone made her promise land heavier than a threat ever could.
The quiet sobbing stopped. No one answered her, but she didn't expect them to.
She drove the car in silence, the streets bleeding past them like the ghost of a city long gone.
At some point, someone murmured a thank you. But Qingran didn't respond.
By the time they reached the hotel, ir was already completely dark.
She parked out front and got out first, scanning the area with narrowed eyes.
The zombies hadn't come out yet.
"Out, now. Move in pairs."
They filed out behind her, some still limping, some still cautious.
Lingquan floated lazily overhead, but his gaze was sharper than usual, watching their every step.
Inside, the lobby was just as quiet as when she'd left it. The faint smell of decay and dust clung to the air.
