Reborn in the Apocalypse: Mo Hua's Fortress

In the third year of the apocalypse, Mo Hua stood alone atop a cliff. The freezing wind cut through her clothes, making them flap and snap as if even the wind were lamenting the desolation of the end times. The light had faded from her eyes, leaving only emptiness and despair as she stared into the endless abyss below, her heart filled with boundless pain and deep regret.

“Have I really ended up here, after all...?” she whispered, her voice trembling in the icy wind. Behind her, the zombies’ snarls drew closer and closer. She could feel their cold breaths only inches away, pressing in step by step like the shadow of the apocalypse. Memories surged through Mo Hua’s mind. Han Yuan’s feelings for her had always been like a thin sheet of ice, cold and fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment. He treated her as though he were carrying out a task, not acting out of genuine affection. He protected her because it was the dying wish of Old Master Han, not because he wanted to. In Han Yuan’s world, he had never truly given her any warmth. Whatever kindness he showed was always meant for someone else. To Han Yuan, Mo Hua’s devotion and deep affection were nothing but pointless entanglement. He had never truly loved her; she had only been desperately clinging to him on her own.

“In my next life... take care of yourself,” she whispered. Then, with a sense of release, she leaped into the abyss. Suddenly, thunder roared across the sky, illuminating the depths in an instant. Amid the thunder, there seemed to be a strange presence: hope, or a turn of fate? Had Mo Hua’s story truly ended, or was an unexpected chance waiting for her? In the depths of the abyss, anything was possible.