Survivor in the Apocalypse
Time-traveling isn’t frightening—the real terror is waking up as the most expendable of all cannon fodder, a woman doomed to perish gloriously for the sake of a plot! What’s worse, this ill-fated woman is a character in a post-apocalyptic novel! In the original story, the heroine is showered with golden opportunities, slaying zombies, flaunting her supernatural powers, and gathering admirers in her wake. But as for our cannon fodder, Miss Ye Yin, her first ordeal is to face a houseful of relatives who have wormed their way in and claimed everything for themselves... Dear readers: “Songbird of the Apocalypse” will enter paid status on July 1st, with three chapters released on the opening day. Please continue to support Aba! Here’s a little about the title: “Songbird” refers to the oriole, known for its melodious and intricate song, as described in the classical poetry of the Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty. The original intention of the title is rooted in this meaning—other interpretations are unrelated to this story, so please don’t judge the whole tree by one withered leaf. [bows respectfully] #ToAllTheBeautifulWordsThatWereMisused# As a diligent author who always updates reliably, I invite you all to immerse yourselves in the story with peace of mind. (∩_∩)O~ Please support the column—Aba is waiting for you with starry eyes~ Just click below to show your love!
Survivor in the Apocalypse
“Yin Yin, are you and Xiao Hua getting used to living over there? Although your uncle’s place is a bit small, it’s more than enough for you two sisters. The wardrobe still has your cousin’s clothes, isn’t your aunt considerate? You can use any of the furniture as you like, and if you need anything, just call me and I’ll have it sent to you.”
Ye Yin didn’t answer.
“It’s not that your aunt forced you to move, you know how it is—Xiao Hua needs to go to school, and your place is just too far from campus, so inconvenient! It’s so much trouble to keep tidy, too. Poor girls, losing their parents... Well, let’s not talk about that. That’s why last week your aunt had your uncle drive you over. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your home for you. Study hard and listen to your teachers, understood?”
Ye Yin let out a muffled laugh and quietly pressed the hang-up button.
How shameless, she thought. A classic case of stealing the nest, and yet she made it sound so sincere.
The person on the other end, cut off, parted her lips in surprise, suspicion flickering in her eyes: What’s gotten into that girl?
She never would have guessed that her meek, easily manipulated niece had already been replaced at her core.
Nowadays, crossing into other worlds is practically a trend—if you haven’t transmigrated, you’re embarrassed to greet people. But after Ye Yin realized she’d crossed over, she still couldn’t get past it, sitting hopelessly in a corner all night.
It’s embarrassing, really. She fell asleep reading on the toilet, and when she woke up, the s
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