A smile as charming as a flower makes someone's life charming; the quicksand between fingers makes someone's world fall into despair.
After sleeping for a hundred years, the world is full of ups and downs. Is it laughter or helplessness?
She has supernatural powers. She lives in a world a hundred years after the end of the world, a world where women are honored, a world where zombies are rampant, and a world that is torn apart.
I raise my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. May I ask where is my home?
Where will she go?