Zheng Zheng woke up inexplicably after the explosion, and a year later.
When I got home, my wife was warm and soft, and my son was milky-smelling; but a familiar scene flashed through my mind!
When memory strikes, warmth collapses;
The "death file" cast doubt on his identity;
Who stole his death? And who designed "living" as a task?
The war never ended, it just moved into his brain.
This time, he not only wanted to defeat his enemy, but also wanted to defeat himself.
