After the Natural Disaster, I and My Daughter Struggled to Survive

The world was completely buried in thick fog, and my only goal in life was to keep my daughter, who was just one month old, alive. The faint scent of milk on her body is the only warmth left in this apocalyptic world, and it has also become a weakness that I must protect with all my strength. After being ruthlessly abandoned by my husband's family, I held my infant child in my arms and struggled to survive in the ruins and fog: When encountering a greedy wanderer, he held the kitchen knife in front of his daughter; When faced with the betrayal of those closest to you, wipe away your tears and move on. The scramble for supplies in the corridor, the solidified blood stains in the supermarket, the soothing incense in the Taoist temple, the hot soup delivered by the old couple in the countryside... Every step is on the edge of life and death. I have transformed from an ordinary woman with no power to restrain a chicken, to a guardian who dares to confront the villains. The loyal golden retriever, the survivors on the road, and the scientists who developed the fog dispeller became the glimmer of light in the darkness. This road to survival, which spans several months, is the ultimate battle between mother's love and desperate situation, and it is also an ordinary person's obsession with life and persistence in love in the apocalypse.