Lin Xiaoxiao struggled in the apocalypse for over ten years. Just as the end was near, she was unfortunately infected and died during a mission.
After death, her soul arrived in the underworl...
He was in a state of enjoying life.
Perhaps even God couldn't bear to see her so comfortable, so on the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, He sent her an unexpected person.
When Lin Xiaoxiao left Jiangcheng, she had no idea what it would be like to see He Meng again.
But it certainly couldn't have been on an ordinary morning when she opened the door intending to go next door to chat with her girlfriends, only to have He Meng's face suddenly appear in front of her.
right!
It just appeared out of nowhere!
She stood at the door, doing nothing, not knocking, just standing there, her body no more than twenty centimeters away from the door.
So when Lin Xiaoxiao opened the door, she was almost face to face with her.
Does anyone know?
The thrill at that time was comparable to watching a horror movie.
Lin Xiaoxiao was able to avoid being frightened and backing away thanks to her strong self-control.
Everyone knows that when people are in a panic, their movements are inevitably hurried and chaotic, and their control over their bodies is greatly reduced.
In layman's terms, it means being in a complete mess.
If Lin Xiaoxiao panicked and backed away, according to her calculations, there was a 90% chance she would fall and land on her butt.
Even though she was past the danger period, the consequences of her fall were obvious, especially since she was more than four months pregnant.
So, when Lin Xiaoxiao was startled, she grabbed the door and it took her a while to calm down.
"You didn't even greet me when you saw me?" He Meng had no idea that she had scared him; she was the one who accused him first.
Lin Xiaoxiao exhaled a breath of stale air, looked up, and gave a stiff but polite smile. "I didn't see a person, I saw a ghost."