The last one

The road is lined with tall pear trees, and when the wind blows, the white petals fill the entire sky.

Jiang Lin stood under the tree. It was already the third year after the end of the apocalypse.

All the ugly past is buried deep in memory.

City A and City B have restored the most basic urban functions, but Jiang Lin did not choose to live in the city.

When she was twenty years old, she looked at the city center of A, the towering buildings and the suspended trains, and hoped to have a home of her own there.

But now Jiang Lin wants to stay away from the city. She still spends most of her time in the countryside where her original base is located.

After the 110 system left, Jiang Lin lost many of his abilities.

But no one seemed to find it strange, as if it was normal for all this to disappear with the end of the world.

She is now following Cui Yawen and learning how to care for and cultivate plants from scratch.

Without the support of the system, these originally simple tasks became extremely complicated. She would be delighted by the plants she cultivated.

This joy far outweighs the trouble itself.

Snow-white pear blossoms fell all over Wen Yan's head. They were both in their thirties.

Jiang Lin in front suddenly stopped under a pear tree. She turned her head to look at Wen Yan with a head full of white hair and laughed out loud.

“I used to be afraid of losing, so I didn’t want to start.”

"Now that the apocalypse is over and I no longer have those halos, are you still willing to be with me?"

Wen Yan looked at her, his eyes filled with deep affection: "In my eyes, your halo has always been dazzling."

He covered his eyes, pretending to be blinded by the light.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Yan turned serious: "You know, I'm not afraid of waiting at all. Even if there is no answer in ten years or a hundred years."

"So don't push yourself."

He knew that Jiang Lin was afraid of establishing intimate relationships, so he was afraid of putting pressure on her.

"As long as I can stay by your side, I feel happy every day." His expression was serious.

Jiang Lin looked into his eyes, which were amber and clear.

"Not this time, this time I want to be with you." She smiled, her expression relaxed, as free as the wind blowing around them.

The fragrant wind blew on Wen Yan, and he had never been as happy as he was now.

Jiang Lin shook his hand back and walked under the flower petals.

The moment we have is beautiful enough.