Lin Jin was betrayed by his brother in the end of the world, and he was reborn before the end of the world. Lin Jin lowered his head and looked at his hands. Young, no calluses, no scars from fighting zombies. He rushed to the window, and the glass reflected a twenty-three-year-old face, green and pale, but his eyes were as old as a veteran who had been struggling in the apocalypse for ten years.
"It's not a dream..." He murmured to himself, digging his nails into his palms, and the pain was real and clear.
