Crimson World (Apocalypse)

Honestly, after going through the apocalypse, zombies, mutated plants and animals, and supernatural abilities, all things beyond the reach of science, Qi Yao thought she could stay calm no matter what. But when she lost consciousness and opened her eyes again, she still couldn't help crying out. Just look at that bald head on the podium, with a face black as the bottom of a pot. She'd never seen such a adorably mean face in her life. Then she looked down at the rows of children sitting there, each with rosy, chubby little cheeks. Oh my, they looked absolutely delicious~ She looked at herself again. She couldn't sense her supernatural ability. Her hands were slender, pale, and clean, the skin on her arms smooth. She wore a spotless white T-shirt, clean jeans, and sneakers. Youthful, delicate. Eighteen years old, the most beautiful time in Qi Yao's life. "So this is what they call being reborn?"