In the third year after the end of the world, Chen Mo's chest was cut open by his brother who had saved him seventeen times, and the knife was handed to him by the woman he had secretly loved for many years.
On his deathbed, he realized that in the hell of minus 70 degrees, human nature is colder than extreme cold.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the thirty days before the end.
The phone screen lights up: November 12th.
This time, he smiled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes like daggers.
"Store up supplies, strengthen the fortress, and then - watch you freeze to death, starve to death, and bite each other to death."
"In this life, I only live for myself."
