My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia could no longer keep her eyes open. She slowly closed her eyes and fainted at the side of the road. The passersby saw the fainted Sophia, and they knew she was infected when they saw her ulcerated skin. They all avoided her, as if she was some kind of monster…

It was 12.30PM. The Cethosian were done gathering, and several buses were already waiting by the door. The Cethosians got onto the bus excitedly, waiting to be evacuated.

In the midst of all the turmoil and chaos of war, the foreign nations’ ambassadors escaped before the people did. The traffic system was down, and there were battles everywhere. People couldn’t go far without planes or ships; they could only wait for death. Foreigners who didn’t have a strong nation helping to evacuate their own people would have the same destiny. There was only one foreign battleship still stopping for its people at the harbor nearby, waiting to bring their people back home. But no one realized that there was a young life slipping away at the roadside.

At the same time, a helicopter parked before the Cethosian Foreign Embassy. Around five to six people came out from the helicopter, both men and women. They were walking in a hurry, and they took out their Cethosian passport so that the embassy could verify and allow them to evacuate with the troop.

She suddenly saw the young life that was dying by the roadside. Her exposed arm was ulcerated; it was a symptom of infecting the Virs-18. Everyone knew that the person was dying, and there was no point saving her. They were scared to even go near her.

She’d witnessed too many young lives dying by the side of the road like that on her way here, but she still couldn’t bear looking at them. Suddenly, the woman froze. She saw the face of the girl lying by the roadside. It was someone extremely familiar—someone she thought she would never see again!

and it was a face that often appeared on screens in cinemas. Her eyes were filled with joy and surprise. She quickly walked toward

her eyes forcefully as she heard her name. She saw the face of a strange woman. It was difficult for her to even

ask that question. “It’s me! Nicole! Nicole Walker! Don’t you remember?” She had been in Africa for a film, but there was an armed rebellion, and the traffic was down. She just managed to get

she couldn’t understand what happened to her. Didn’t she die three years ago? The newspapers were all reporting her death three years ago. Both Taylor

it felt as if her throat was ripped open; it was difficult to speak. A person’s organs would start to ulcerate once they were infected by Virs-18, and it would start from the throat. Her mouth

remained silent. She immediately

near her. Scientists were still clueless about the method Virs-18 spread, and anyone in contact with the virus might be infected. Being infected was equivalent to inevitable

her die. I have to help her!” Nicole was determined. She held Sophia and sought help from the embassy, but they were sorry to inform her that the disease couldn’t be controlled at the moment,

heard them, but she could understand. If she brought Sophia with her, the people in

leave once they managed to get on. There wouldn’t be another chance if she missed this; she wouldn’t

to recognize the legitimacy of their regime, so the rebels and the embassy had reached an agreement to attack the city once their people evacuated. These agreements were useless once war started. The embassy might be turned into ashes within seconds. How can she stay here and quarantine! It would mean