Su Wan's eyes snapped open, and the smell of disinfectant stung her nostrils.
She gasped for breath and looked around: stark white walls, an IV bag hanging nearby, and a tiny, wrinkled baby in the crib beside her.
This wasn't the ruin where she'd struggled to survive for five years in the apocalypse. It was… the hospital where she'd given birth to her son An'an three years ago?
Memories came rushing back like a tide: the night the apocalypse began, sudden crimson acid rain corroded half the city, and anyone it touched turned into a bloodthirsty monster. She held her one-year-old son, An'an, as the chaos unfolded, only for her former “best friend” to push her down the stairs. She watched helplessly as the monsters devoured An'an… The heart-wrenching pain was still as vivid as yesterday, even after she was reborn.
“An'an…” Su Wan reached out with a trembling hand and gently touched the little one in the crib.
An'an seemed to sense his mother's presence. His little mouth moved, and he let out a faint whimper. His rosy cheeks, tightly shut eyes, and softness like a ball of cotton.
He was alive.
Her An'an was alive!
Su Wan covered her mouth as tears poured out, not from grief but from the relief of surviving a catastrophe.
She was back, three months before the apocalypse began. This time, she would never let the tragedy happen again!
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