A smile like a flower: whose years did it enchant? Sands slipping through her fingers: whose world did it leave in ruins?
One sleep, a hundred years. Through all the world's changes, is it laughter or helplessness?
She has supernatural powers, and awakens in a world a hundred years after the apocalypse: a world where women are revered, zombies roam, and civilization is fractured.
Riding eastward, the whip pointing toward the horizon: where is my home?
Where will she go from here?
What the hell kind of copywriting? The sense of déjà vu in Marisu Gu's earlier article
Change your name! You have the same title as the book with document number 1741992, and the other person started writing the book in February, earlier than you! There are many more words!
Duplicate names are not good!
What the hell kind of copywriting? The sense of déjà vu in Marisu Gu's earlier article
Change your name! You have the same title as the book with document number 1741992, and the other person started writing the book in February, earlier than you! There are many more words! Duplicate names are not good!