(Apocalypse fiction, younger man as the pursuer)
When Shen Huai’an first saw that bright, clear moon, what mattered to him was that he had finally gotten outside to breathe some fresh air.
The last time he saw that bright, clear moon, what mattered to him was that his life had finally found lasting meaning.
When the apocalypse first arrived, Yu Heng thought it was the world that had fallen into chaos. Later, he thought it was the human heart. Then, later still, he realized that the world was still the thing in chaos.
Amid the cheering crowds, the silent team was the only scar the apocalypse had left behind.
A familiar figure, an identical face: one glance was enough for him to know that the person inside was not the one he knew.
The person stumbling forward, dragging their body along, collapsed into Yu Heng’s arms amid the cheers. The real chaos was only just beginning.
