The Dawn of Hope for Rebirth in the Apocalypse

Zhou Jin suddenly woke up from his nightmare, as if being dragged back to the world from the abyss of hell by an invisible hand. She sat upright from the bed, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped for air. Every breath had a hoarse tearing sound, like a dry bellows pumping hard. Dense beads of sweat on his forehead snaked down his temples, and large beads of sweat fell on the sheets, leaving dark marks. The pajamas she wore were already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to her skin. The chill spread along the soaked fabric, making her shiver, as if she was being imprisoned by a layer of cold shackles. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.