Constant Temperature Zone

The rust-colored rain of the apocalypse washes away the ruins, but it cannot wash away the small, constant temperature in the corner of the library. Su Wan was a walking sharp blade, capable of shredding high-level mutants with her bare hands. The madness in her eyes only restrained herself from one person - her forest. She held him in her arms with an almost pathological possessiveness, used her powers to build invisible barriers for him, listened to him act coquettishly, allowed him to act like a spoiled brat, and even her breathing was stamped with "exclusive" marks. "You can't go anywhere," she always whispered into his neck, like an oath, like a begging, "I will protect you from the wind and rain outside." Lin Ye nestled in her palm, with innocent moisture on her eyelashes. He would stay in bed, ask for a hug, and deliberately count every minute she left. No one knew that this person who seemed to need protection had enough energy flowing through his fingertips to overturn half of the ruins. He hid all his sharpness and was willing to be the treasure that needed to be locked tightly in her eyes. Seeing the softness and paranoia she showed for him, he smiled calmly in her arms: "Awan, as long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything." They are each other's armor and weakness, the vines entwining each other in the ruins. She used her possessiveness to circle a constant temperature zone for him, and he used coquettishness to hide his protective edge. In the apocalypse of war and chaos, he lived a leisurely life with only each other. This is not survival, it is a fortress built by two people in a desperate situation using paranoia and dependence that no one can break.