When Su Wan opened her eyes suddenly, the smell of disinfectant stung her nose.
She gasped for air and glanced around her - the pale walls, the hanging IV bags, and the crumpled little guy in the crib next to her.
This was not the ruins where she had struggled for five years in the apocalypse, but... The hospital where she had just given birth to her son An'an three years ago?
Memories came flooding back: the night the apocalypse broke out, the sudden scarlet acid rain corroded half of the city, and the people who were soaked turned into monsters that drank blood. She held An An, who had just turned one year old, and was pushed downstairs by her former "best friend" in the chaos. She watched An An being devoured by monsters... The heart-rending pain, even if she was reborn, was still as clear as if it happened yesterday.
"An'an..." Su Wan stretched out her hand tremblingly and gently touched the little guy in the crib.
An An seemed to feel her mother's breath, her little mouth moved, and she let out a weak cry. The pink little face and the tightly closed eyes were as soft as cotton.
Still alive.
Her An'an is still alive!
Su Wan covered her mouth, tears bursting out, not of sadness, but of happiness for the rest of her life.
She came back, three months before the apocalypse broke out. This time, she will never let tragedy happen again!
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