"Sining, slow down."

Our daughter Sining is already two years old.

After giving birth to Sining, I turned back into the Zombie King.

And my daughter became a new human.

With the continuous emergence of new humans, I no longer need to worry about Sining's safety.

I moved with Sining to a mixed community of zombies and humans.

On Sining's third birthday.

I followed my memory and made the cake that Wenning brought back from City C for me that year.

"Mom, I saw Dad today."

"What? On TV?"

"No, he was at the entrance of my kindergarten. I called him, and he ran away."