The dead rose in the apocalypse, but my boyfriend insisted on delaying our evacuation.
All so his capricious childhood sweetheart could make it onto the last rescue helicopter.
But this was the final evacuation after the zombie outbreak, and the only way our survivor team could escape.
When she still hadn't arrived, I had no choice but to knock my boyfriend out and carry him onto the plane.
The childhood sweetheart he couldn't stop thinking about eventually died in the zombie horde.
But thanks to this, I survived and lived a happy, peaceful life with my boyfriend in the safe zone.
Yet on the eve of my taking over the district and leading humanity's army in a counterattack,
my boyfriend drugged the water I was drinking and threw me into a mass of zombies.
Hundreds and thousands of zombies tore open my body, and I died in agony.
He stood on the wall and sneered:
"If you hadn't been so selfish, Qinghe would have had a chance to live, too."
"You have to experience the pain she suffered yourself, and pay for it with your life!"
In my next life, I returned to the day my boyfriend insisted on delaying the evacuation.
Since he wanted so badly to share life and death with his childhood sweetheart,
I'd send him off to feed the zombies with her!
