The world was plunged into ice, and within days, more than half the population perished. Jiang Huanhuan, betrayed and killed, was reborn with a chance to get ahead: she hoarded supplies and amassed we
"Heh!" Jiang Huan abruptly sat up, greedily gasping for air. Seeing the familiar room, panic and confusion surged within her; she instinctively reached for her phone and saw the date—June 25, 2055.
Could it be that she had been reborn?
No sooner had the thought formed than Jiang Huan leapt from her bed, heedless of her bare feet on the cold floor, and rushed to the storage cabinet. She found the old silver ring her grandmother had given her, bit her finger without hesitation, and let her blood drip onto it.
Just as she expected, the ring glowed with a faint light, sinking into her palm. Her consciousness slipped inside the ring, revealing an endless plain, a deep forest, and a chimney-like opener.
Now she was certain—she had returned to eight days before the apocalypse.
Without lingering, Jiang Huan immediately dialed her brother Jiang Xi's number.
"Sis, what's wrong?" her brother's puzzled voice came through.
"Xi! Xi!" Jiang Huan choked out, tears threatening.
Startled, Jiang Xi spoke even more words than usual. "Don't cry, Sis. I'll give you a present."
Right—the present! That was why she had called.
"Xi, listen to me. The gift is for me. From now on, don't show it to anyone! Stay at school, don't move. I'm coming to get you. No one else matters, do you hear me?! Otherwise... otherwise, I'll keep crying!"
"Got it, Sis. Don't cry."
Jiang Huan hung up, rage and grief flooding her heart.