Xiang Ying watched him with a smile, not speaking for a moment.
Her face still had a tinge of paleness from sickness, yet because of her smiling demeanor, her eyes sparkled brilliantly with vitality.
Jie Chen felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze, and his ears involuntarily began to burn.
He went to poke at the wood that had burned to ashes: "What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong? Or is it that you have already told someone else?"
Xiang Ying shook her head: "With something like this, I'm not stupid. To have supplies in this kind of place, I would not tell anyone."
Even in the apocalypse, everyone had a storage space, but the awakened functions of each person's space were different.
People would generally be cautious of others and would not truly reveal the functions of their own space.
Even when facing their closest friends, it was the same.
"The only two people who know about my ability are you."
Jie Chen slightly shifted his gaze: "Who's the other one?"
