Lin Zhixia loved Jiang Ran for five years, giving him everything, spending his entire fortune, and repeatedly driving Fu Jingshen, who had loved him wholeheartedly, into desperate straits for Jiang Ran’s sake.
Then the apocalypse came. Jiang Ran showed his true colors, decided Lin Zhixia was useless, and shoved him into a horde of zombies.
It was Fu Jingshen, the man Lin Zhixia had scorned and hurt, who charged into the tide of corpses without hesitation and gave his life to protect him.
As he lay dying, Fu Jingshen’s bloodstained fingers clutched at him. He whispered:
“Next life, don’t be blind again.”
When Lin Zhixia opened his eyes again, he had returned to one month before the apocalypse.
The supplies were still there, people had not yet turned cold, and Fu Jingshen was still waiting for him on the brink of death.
This time, his eyes were clear and his heart was not blind.
He blocked the scumbag, sold off his assets, frantically stocked up, reinforced the fortress, and made his first priority racing to save the man covered in wounds.
Those who hurt him would pay a thousandfold;
Those who loved him, he would cherish with his life.
The apocalypse was cruel, and people were treacherous. All he wanted was to stay by Fu Jingshen’s side and live well.
Fu Jingshen: You treated me like trash before, but now...
Lin Zhixia: I was blind before. From now on, I’ll spoil you.
