Hu Meiling placed her finger on her heart and gently shook her head.

How can we look forward?

Her love story with Fan Liping went from campus romance to wedding day.

He started his own light steel villa manufacturing plant from scratch and had a son when he was thirty-five.

The family is wealthy, their son is intelligent and adorable, and the whole family lives happily together.

It was a happy and perfect family.

However, her six-year-old son was diagnosed with brain cancer.

By the time it was discovered, it was already in its late stages.

The pain of losing a child is excruciating, unbearable.

Not wanting to bury him alone in the cemetery, they spent a lot of money and bribed people to put a fake urn in his grave.

In fact, they buried their son in their own yard.

Perhaps to others, their actions seem insane.

But that was their only son, born when they were thirty-five. Now that he's over forty, how can they bear the pain of losing their son?

Not long after his son died, the apocalypse broke out.

A worker in the factory who didn't go home for the Spring Festival suddenly went berserk, biting anyone he saw.

She watched helplessly as her father-in-law was bitten, and then watched as he lunged at her and her husband with a ferocious expression.

He had thought it would be better if the whole family died together, but for some reason, his father-in-law, who should have gone mad, suddenly paused.

Taking advantage of the moment, Fan Liping grabbed her and ran out.

I've been hiding and surviving all this way.

"Little sister, don't dwell on the past. What's past is past!" Wang Yiyun gently patted Hu Meiling's hand and said, "Let's listen to the radio!"

After saying that, Wang Yiyun turned on the radio.

The faint signal from the radio was the hope of all the survivors.

Hu Meiling forced a smile and sat there quietly listening to the radio.

The radio was playing the clear and articulate voice of a presenter.

In a daze, it felt as if I had returned to the pre-apocalyptic world.