“Xia An!”


    “sister–!”


    Opening her eyes suddenly, Xia An, who was supposed to be swallowed by a zombie, found herself sleeping on a clean and soft quilt.


    And on the white floral quilt, she smelled the fresh air and … the sweet perfume.


    That felt wrong!


    The vigilant Xia An, who had exercised in the doomsdays, opened the quilt in an instant to leave the bed.


    But, she was dumbfounded as soon as she opened the quilt.


    “This is … my hand?”


    Xia An lifted her palms and looked at the white but dry fingers that were protruding from the joints, and she suddenly froze.


    Because of the doomsday, she was fortunate to become powerful, that power she had made her beautiful.


    Every day was better than the other.