Qiqi is sitting in a corner, holding a withered flower Qiqi sighed. "Sometimes, being a zombie feels so lonely. I see others living their lives, feeling warmth and happiness, while I'm stuck in this eternal coldness" She looks at the flower, her voice filled with longing "I wish I could remember who I was before... before I became like this." She clutches the flower tightly, tears welling up in her eyes