The Eldest Sister Has Space Chapter 4: space

Gu Yunshu’s face flushed crimson in an instant. Tugging at his small hands, he spoke softly to comfort Mrs. Yang, "Mother, our food is almost gone. Let’s not eat today, alright? I’ll head out in a bit to search for more. I’ll see if there’s anything else left to find."

Deep down, Gu Yunshu felt a pang of sorrow. There were only about a dozen tiny potatoes left, and they had to be prioritized for his injured eldest sister and his dying younger sister. A flicker of hopelessness crossed his eyes—if they failed to find food soon, they might truly starve to death, and the road ahead of them was still so long.

Mrs. Yang was simple-minded, yet she understood his words. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed longingly on the potatoes, but she eventually nodded. "Then... then we won't eat them."

Gu Yundong watched this, thinking to herself, "..." If she could actually eat those, it would be a miracle.

Besides, she hadn't intended to eat them from the start. The potatoes had already sprouted; eating them would lead to poisoning.

Gu Yundong reached out and took the potatoes back from Gu Yunke’s hands. "Don't eat these for now. I'm going outside to find something else."

Her strength had returned slightly. Although her body remained frail, she was no longer in a state where she couldn't even manage to walk.

As Gu Yundong rose slowly, a stunned Gu Yunshu scrambled to his feet to block her path. "No, Big Sister! Your health is poor. I can do it, I'll go look."

"No, you stay here," Gu Yundong said, stepping around him.

"Big Sister..."

"Stay!" Gu Yundong’s voice dropped an octave. She didn't possess much patience to begin with, and the gnawing emptiness in her stomach made her feel irritable.

Gu Yunshu froze. He had never seen his eldest sister like this before—her gaze was cold and resolute. Involuntarily, he lowered his hands and nodded submissively, watching her walk out in a daze.

Once she was outside, Gu Yundong let out a soft sigh.

She had been an orphan in her previous life and had been plagued by misfortune since childhood. Whether it was the head of the orphanage or her teachers, most people had treated her with indifference or outright malice.

Having several relatives suddenly surround her, all of them wholeheartedly concerned for her wellbeing, left her feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

In a way, she felt lucky to be separated from the rest of the Gu family. Aside from her younger siblings and the simple-minded Mrs. Yang, there was no one else to suspect that the soul inside this body had changed.

Gu Yundong walked slowly to a corner of the house, glancing left and right to ensure no one was watching.

Closing her eyes briefly, she took a breath. In the next instant, a small bag of rice appeared in her hand.

A smile touched her lips, and her eyes sparkled with light.

Just as she suspected, her Space had followed her here. The supplies stored within it had come along as well.

She had accidentally acquired this Space when the apocalypse first began. It was roughly the size of an acre. Time stood still inside; whatever was placed within remained exactly the same when taken out.

Once she had gained the Space, Gu Yundong had started hoarding supplies. After all, in the apocalypse, survival was impossible without resources, and no one knew when the end would come.

Currently, her Space was packed with items, including rice, white flour, and bottled mineral water.

With these resources at her disposal, what reason did she have to fear the journey ahead?

When Gu Dahe had struck her head with a stone earlier, she had almost instinctively reached into the Space for a dagger to retaliate. It was then that she realized her Space was still accessible. However, that momentary shock had allowed Gu Dahe to overpower her.

If the opportunity arose, she would definitely settle that score.

Gu Yundong retrieved water and alcohol from her Space to disinfect her head wound. Fortunately, Gu Dahe hadn't used full strength. Her fainting had mostly been due to starvation; the injury itself wasn't critical.

She then crouched down, opening the small cloth bag she had produced and quietly pouring rice into it.

After a moment's thought, she pulled out two packets of pickles and tucked them into a bamboo tube. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked back into the house.