One Person's Global Travel in the Apocalypse

"I was the only one left alive in the world, so I decided to travel around the world." On the seventeenth day of the apocalypse, Xu Jin wrote this sentence on the back of the photo. With a borrowed heart, he lived sixteen years longer. For sixteen years, he was trapped in the small space of a rented house, trapped in endless revisions of manuscripts, the likes that he dared not approach, and the days when he had to restrain his emotions. Until the whole world is empty. The zombies turned a blind eye to him, and the shackles of the world shattered. He locked the door and embarked on this journey that was more than ten years late. The barbecue on the rooftop, the flowers in the park in the middle of the street, the deformed buses in the sunset, and the broken, tender, and desperate stories in the corners of the apocalypse. He only has seven days left on his anti-rejection medicine, and this trip is his last gift to himself. But he didn't expect that the heart that had been with him for sixteen years would hide the biggest secret of this doomsday.