I don't know since when, I always used to fantasize for a while before going to bed, thinking that when I went back to high school and woke up from the cold floor of the library, the world had already ended. Everyone has turned into zombies, only you and me survive in this world.
Survival is very difficult, but when I look at you, I feel very happy.
That happiness wrapped me up and held me in my arms, as if you were still by my side, sleeping with me day and night.
It was my swaddle, my lullaby, my bedtime story.
In the despair that became more and more real day by day, I held on to the remaining warmth and teetered on the tightrope of life.
Just when I felt that this was the end of my life, it was time for me to give up the pitiful strength in my feet that was struggling to support me.
One day, it happened.
When he was a child, He Anyan would catch a cold almost every year before autumn came. When he was in the third grade of elementary school, He Anyan accidentally got a patron saint when he caught a cold and developed a high fever. From then on, he stayed with her for seven years. He was invisible and silent. He Anyan had never seen his appearance or heard his voice. Seven years later, he disappeared, but when we met again, he was standing next to someone else.
Purpose: Self-salvation