"My daughter's name is Shanshan, she is three and a half years old." The man's voice sounded.
"She is the cutest little angel in the world. I wish I could give everything to her."
"Sugar, milk, cream, she likes everything sweet. After my wife passed away, I learned how to bake cakes. Whenever Shanshan wants to eat, I would make cakes for her."
"She likes to run in the fields, so wherever it was, I would take her there."
The scene shifts.
The black mist spread endlessly from the edge of the vision, engulfing the tone in darkness.
"But that year, humanity suddenly lost 80% of its land, the black mist engulfed my hometown." The man's voice turned somber:
"Shanshan was covered by the black mist while escaping, and contracted the Black Mist Disease."
"This is a prevalent disease. As the black mist polluted the atmosphere and water sources, even in safe areas, one may unknowingly contract this disease."
