Strong-willed firefighter gong × thoughtful, gentle negotiation specialist shou
A nontraditional zombie story (in Mo Gan's eyes, it's a zombie world)
Mo Gan fell seriously ill, and when she woke up, she had plunged into the apocalypse, surrounded by mutated zombies and monsters.
The sky was blood-red, black clouds roiled, and the heavens seemed to press down on the horizon.
Walking down the street, Mo Gan struggled to suppress the urge to sprint. She quietly slipped past the zombies and into a supermarket.
Clang!
The door slammed shut. Mo Gan crouched behind it, her face deathly pale and cold sweat pouring down.
A fair hand took a tissue and gently wiped away her sweat. A warm, gentle woman's voice soothed Mo Gan's racing heart. "Good job. You went out by yourself for such a long time today. Did you go shopping?"
Mo Gan caught her breath. Her colorless lips formed a smile as she opened her palm to reveal a candle, its wax marked with nail impressions. "It's getting dark, so I bought Nuan Nuan a candle. She still has homework to do."
Zuo Yingge looked toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the sky was clear and the sun shone brilliantly across the carpet. Their daughter was fast asleep.
A heartwarming story.
Theme: Even when the world is desolate, there is still a place in your heart to call home.
