My apocalyptic heroine has come true

"What does it smell like?"

The display showed these words.

Xia Xiaochi and the candy in Xia Xiaochi's mouth were both surprised.

Is the other party... communicating with me through the monitor?

Then she reacted immediately, stepped forward, and explained respectfully to the monitor.

"I, I don't know how to describe it..."

"It tastes a bit like fruit. I once had canned fruit, and it was almost that sweet, slightly sour, but very delicious."

Xia Xiaochi spoke a little hurriedly. She was eager to express her feelings at the moment, fearing that she would neglect the other party. She almost bit her tongue several times while eating candy and talking.

"Rich fruity aroma, sweet and delicious..."

Xia Xiaochi used his limited cultural knowledge to organize the language in his mouth.

There was silence on the monitor for a moment.

He made a summary for Xia Xiaochi.

"It sounds like it should taste like strawberry."

"Strawberry? What is a strawberry? Is it a fruit?"

"Um."

"Do you have a lot of these things over there?"

Xia Xiaochi's eyes were very bright, and his tone was full of sincerity and yearning.

After a moment, the display scrolled out another line of text.

"Yes, there are many."

Xia Xiaochi exclaimed "Wow".

She simply couldn't imagine how beautiful the environment must be to be able to grow fruits.

He is indeed a powerful figure...

Xia Xiaochi felt very emotional.

She still doesn't know why such a great person would help her.

What is his purpose?

I clearly have nothing. Could it be that he is just as I thought, just interested in it for a moment?

Now that the other party was finally willing to communicate with him in written language, Xia Xiaochi hesitated whether to ask the questions in his mind.

Just as she was hesitating, another row of text appeared on the monitor.

"Why, do you want to survive?"

Chapter 10 Reasons to Live

"I saw what happened to you yesterday."

"So, I'm curious, why did you want to survive at that time?"

The display placed under the dispersal light scrolled out another line of words.

Although I couldn't hear the other person's tone, I could tell his friendly attitude from the calm way he spoke.

After reading these words, Xia Xiaochi limped forward.

"I want to survive..."

"Need a reason?"

Xia Xiaochi thought about this problem seriously.

But, doesn’t this kind of question always have an answer?

"The desire to survive is the instinct of all living things, so I want to survive."

Xia Xiaochi said in a calm tone.

The other party was silent for half a minute.

"But your home has been destroyed. Your parents, siblings, all your relatives, even everyone you knew, have left you forever in this accident. What is the meaning of your survival?"

With his eighteen years of experience in the apocalypse, Xia Xiaochi could tell from these words that the other party had no ill intentions.

But his words still hurt Xia Xiaochi's fragile heart to some extent.

The memories of yesterday were vivid in her mind, her vision blurred again, and warm, clear tears flowed down her face.

"Therefore……"

She clenched her fists and her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

These words were not only an answer to the other person's question, but also something she wanted to say to herself.

When the lingering but relatively happy life finally fell apart.

The psychological blow is far greater than the pain caused by severed limbs.

Xia Xiaochi raised his voice.

At this moment, the answer in her heart was full of strength and courage.

"That's why I have to live well!"

"They were all buried under the rubble. I'm the only one left. I'm their only survivor and their only hope. If I wanted to die at this moment... that would be so wrong!"

"I'm a survivor."

Tears welled up in Xia Xiaochi's eyes.

"God gave me a chance to survive the accident. Why should I give up this opportunity? Why should I indulge in my misfortune?"

"gentlemen……"

After saying that, Xia Xiaochi squatted down.

Every time she moved her broken leg, she felt a pulling pain. She wiped the remaining blood and sweat from her forehead, bent over and spoke to the monitor.

"Sir, do you believe in the soul?"

"I believe it. So I want my parents to see the strong me. If I live well, even a little bit, they will be proud and happy for me."

When Xia Xiaochi mentioned the word "parents", his voice became choked.

After all, she is still an eighteen-year-old girl.

The stronger her body and the more unyielding her will, the more fragile her heart is.

"So, I immediately chose to escape from the bombed shelter. I had to find a place to stay before dark, otherwise I would die."

"turn out……"

"I survived."

Xia Xiaochi said with a sigh of relief.

"I'm lucky to have met you."

"So, thank you very much for taking me in. Maybe you only have a little interest in observing me, but I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

Xia Xiaochi said deeply with tears in her eyes.

There was a long period of silence on the monitor.

the other side.

Fang Ming put down his phone.

If you think about it from another perspective, meeting Xia Xiaochi yourself might be a kind of luck?

Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Fang Ming felt his eyes were about to curl up.

He recalled the opening scene he saw yesterday.

When unknown missiles fell from the sky.

At the moment the roof of the shelter was blown off, Xia Xiaochi, who was feeding water to her mother, was embraced by her mother.

The mother hugged her subconsciously.

Her father, who was standing beside her, used his tall figure to block her view.

Perhaps this is why Xia Xiaochi survived.

This scene reminded Fang Ming of himself.

When the plane lost control, his mother, who was sitting next to him, held his hand tightly.

She said: Child, don't be afraid.

When the plane fell straight down, the mother stretched out her arms and hugged Fang Ming's head tightly with both hands.

She said: It’s okay… It’s okay…

"It's fine."

Fang Ming placed his hand on his forehead, tears streaming down his face.

He imitated his mother's gentle tone and kept comforting himself.

In fact, neither he nor Xia Xiaochi are so-called "survivors".

All their luck comes from the protection of their parents.

The plane crashed and all on board were killed.

Only Fang Ming survived.

Broken legs, burned skin, limbs torn by debris...

But unfortunately, his head was intact.