She was the beauty of Lieutenant Colonel R, but died tragically in the apocalypse; he was the president of the world, ruthless, but willing to accommodate her; he was the school sweetheart at the same table, evil and mad, only careful for her; he was an identity that cannot be said, violent and gloomy, but he walked into the sunshine for her; what kind of friction will she and him and him and him have? Once reborn, he should have struggled to survive, but he accidentally stood in the palm of the world