The Feeling of Seeing the Walking Dead

Memories resounded in Shen Meihuan's mind with voices ringing around her ear.

'Even if you resurrect him, the boy wouldn't be the one you are familiar with.'

'…You must be aware that the decomposing smell emitting from your son is bad for your health. As time goes by, you will get ill.'

In front of the bathroom mirror, Shen Meihuan washed her face again and again. She became absent-minded while looking at herself through the mirror without noticing the water had overflowed.

She even couldn't remember how long she had not used a mirror. Shen Meihuan couldn't believe the pale face in the mirror was hers.

She was just like a patient with bloodless lips, empty eyes, and a dark face.

"I am just a little tired, it must be…"

She took a deep breath and turned the tap off. She washed her face again and again using the water.

She told herself that she was not exhausted while leaving the bathroom.