In the ten years since the end of the world, Yan Yinxia was pushed into the corpse tide by her relatives just to make a bed for the "Purifier". As the blood stained the wasteland, she heard the seed's heartbeat.
——It turns out that she is not a burden, but a walking Eden.
When the jungle of bones breaks out of the ground, when the vines tear apart the steel barriers, the person who once abandoned her kneels under the throne of thorns and begs for a green leaf.
But she just twirled the newly bloomed flowers on her fingertips and chuckled: "Smell it, does the fragrance of this flower sound like the death knell of doomsday?"
