Reborn at the End of the World: A Glimmer of Hope

Zhou Jin jolted awake from a nightmare, as if an invisible hand had dragged her back from the depths of hell. She sat bolt upright in bed, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath. Each breath came with a hoarse, tearing rasp, like a dry bellows struggling to draw air. Tiny beads of sweat covered her forehead and trickled down her temples. Drops as large as beans fell onto the sheets, leaving dark patches. Her pajamas were already drenched with sweat and clung tightly to her skin. A chill crept through the soaked fabric, making her shiver as though she were bound in icy chains.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.