When I woke up, I suddenly felt that the world was so mysterious. I turned out to be an antique. No, I must cover my vest. What if it was dissected? ! ! After all, n years ago, humans and zombies were hunting each other.
But where did this person come from? Hey, just talking about you. Why are you so close to me? Who is responsible if my vest falls off?
"I will be responsible for my whole life"
Intention: Things are unpredictable, just be happy.