"Lin Fan, let's break up."
Cold, decisive, without a trace of nostalgia.
Su Ya, the woman I have loved for three years, is standing in this rental house of less than ten square meters, looking at me with a look like looking at garbage.
In the room, the air was still filled with the sour smell of the leftover instant noodle soup from last night, which was incompatible with the rich perfume of the Chanel dress she was wearing, as if two worlds were separated.
I lowered my head and didn't speak. I just clenched my fists tightly, and my nails dug deeply into my palms, causing a stinging pain.
Pain?
No, it's not pain.
The real pain is the severe pain of being torn open by mutated claws in the apocalypse of ten years! It was seeing her holding the hand of her best brother, pushing me into despair in an endless tide of corpses!
"What? Silent? Mute?" Su Ya stamped her feet impatiently, her delicate face full of disdain, "Lin Fan, look at what you are like now. With an internship salary of three thousand yuan a month, you can't even afford me a lipstick. I, Su Ya, what future can I have with you?"
"I..." I was about to speak, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.
Yeah, what can I say?
Say that in one month, the red virus will sweep across the world, the global order will collapse, and the world will turn into purgatory?
