The moment the cold wind swept away the warmth, Lin Wan took her last breath amid the roars of zombies. When she was dying, her biggest regret was not being able to protect her siblings and provide her parents with hot meals.
When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn three months before the apocalypse broke out. Looking at the supplies in the warehouse, the deposits on her mobile phone, and the busy traffic outside the window, Lin Wan tightened her grip on the steering wheel and said, "Notify your parents to stock up today." Rice and flour were piled up in mountains, and the cabinets were filled with cotton-padded clothes and medicines. She used her past life memories to build the safe house into a fortress. When the apocalypse came and her neighbors shivered in the cold wind, her fireplace was always burning and there was always the smell of hot rice in the pot.
You never fight alone in the apocalypse. She rescued doctor Uncle Zhang, took in engineer Li Gong, and joined forces with valley bamboo craftsmen and northern farmers to build the eastern safety zone. When the first truck drove through the "Road of Hope" built by his own hands, and when the flag of the cross-regional alliance was raised at the Harvest Festival, Lin Wan finally understood: rebirth is not about living alone.
From pickled pots to loom threads, from children's bamboo grasshoppers to the sound of reading in school, what they weave with their hands is not only a home, but also the fire of civilization. When the spring rain moistened the new wheat fields and hoped that the street lights would illuminate the return home, Lin Wan smiled while looking at the village where the smoke curled up.
This time, she protected everything she cherished. The best ending is never to be alone, but to have all the lights on.
