On the afternoon of New Year's Eve,
Old Wang huffed and puffed, sweating buckets as he worked hard to shoulder other people's burdens.
Li Jie sat in her room, feeling a sense of loss. At this time last year, she had still been on the chairman's desk, calling him Daddy.
The apocalypse had come... she had thought she would still have to survive that way.
But Shen Jin had given her superhuman power, and Yang Ao no longer sought her out.
Every day, she helped Shang Qian with administrative work and supervised several girls. Her life was quite comfortable.
She had suddenly become... independent, and it felt pretty good.
Zhao Mingkai was still trying to make awkward conversation with Qi Tong on the messaging app.
But... Qi Tong only replied sporadically and had explicitly told him several times that they could never be together. She told him to hurry up and find some girl who wanted to latch onto a Superhuman, and stop bothering her.
During this time, Qi Tong had gone to her pre-apocalypse home while out killing zombies. Two zombies, one adult and one child, stood inside.
After burying the two zombies, she had cried for hours.
She had finally learned the outcome of the thing she had persisted in pursuing throughout the apocalypse. Suddenly, she could no longer find a direction or a reason to keep trying.
An immense loneliness welled up in her heart. She... no longer had any family in this world.
All she had left was the justice she upheld. Then she discovered... Shen Jin was actually a representative of justice and kindness.
Everything he did felt right to her.
The Home No. 1 Base he had established had no discrimination or oppression. It was nothing but a haven.
"Shen Jin... we're the same