All this was normal, just like the previous eight thousand days and nights. The sun rises and sets, spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, every day is the same but different.
Fu Xiao was celebrating her 22nd birthday. She looked at the circle of pink lace and white cream on the side of the cake, with a few familiar words written in chocolate on it, Happy Birthday!
Fu Xiao looked at the red candle in the middle of the cake, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together and made three wishes.
Lin Zitao did not expect that things would happen so suddenly. The order was broken, survival was not guaranteed, and he lived a life of today and no tomorrow. Where did these monsters come from? They can't be killed no matter how hard they are killed.
Fu Xiao, if there is an afterlife, I will protect you well.
Lin Zitao, stop saying ridiculous things. People have this life but no afterlife.
Purpose: Live in the present