"What's the matter? Is anything wrong?" A clear and soft voice was heard from behind them.
Li Honglin and Chen Hao turned back together and saw a good-looking man who had shoulder-length hair and a pale face.
"Lu Tong, it's windy up here. You should stay downstairs. Your body can't stand the wind." Seeing the young man, both Li Honglin and Chen Hao wore a much gentler look in their eyes. Their tone of speaking showed concern as well.
Lu Tong smilingly shook his head. He looked weak, but his smile was toned with stubbornness that could easily make people feel sorry for him or want to protect him.
"I'm fine! This kind of wind can't hurt me," he said.
Looking at Li Honglin's pretty, smiling eyes, Li Honglin and Chen Hao glanced at each other, then gave up on persuading him.
"There're many zombies in the front. They have blocked our way. We can't get through, so we're planning to take a detour," Li Honglin turned and pointed at the front.