I've known I've been a zombie since I became conscious, and I don't know why zombies think like humans, but it just happened.

I can't walk or speak, and all my actions, movements, and vocalizations are under the control of a man, because I'm a zombie, and zombies don't have the ability and power to decide what they do.

In this way, I watched this man with pale blonde hair and blue eyes wash my body every day, help me change into one beautiful and luxurious dress after another, rub my face and eyebrows, and then bring the mirror to me to show me his results.

In the mirror, with my pale skin and dull eyes that don't move, I was under the man's control, and the muscles of my face lifted, revealing a stiff smile.

I don't know how long I've been around, I don't have any idea of time, but no matter day or night, rain or wind, he will be by my side for a moment.

And he would call me 'Lynn', and call my name over and over again in the gentlest and most affectionate voice, well, it was actually another woman's name, and he called with a look on his face, as if that would bring the 'Lynn' in his mouth back to him, but I knew that I was not the Lynn in his mouth, and I had no memory of him or her, let alone so-called human emotions.

Looking at his gentle and expectant gaze, I could only wonder that the original owner of this body was the man named 'Lynn', so who am I? Where did I come from? Is this body mine, or is it the person he is talking about?

Also, what is the so-called love......

What kind of magic does emotion always have to make a person willingly hold a zombie that can't speak, can't move, and can't even touch the sun for a long time?

I do not know.

When he hugged me tightly in bed, he would tell me over and over again about their beautiful and sweet days, until his voice was hoarse and his throat was smoking, and then he was tired and fell asleep like a child, with tears in his eyes, and kept saying sorry, sorry in his sleep......

Although I can't move or speak, he has always taken care of me, giving me the illusion that my life will go on like this forever, after all, my world is only him, and his world seems to have no room for anyone but me.

Until the arrival of those two people.

My unmoving eyes saw his expression a little helpless, and then he quarreled with the man of the two, and he smashed all the porcelain candlesticks on the table, and finally the two men scuffled to the ground like ordinary people who did not know any magic or martial arts.

I've never seen him look annoyed and desperate, for the first and only time, that deep unwillingness and pain, anger, so sympathetic to the sight.

Sympathy? Is this an emotion other than strange? This is the first time I have feelings other than strangeness, and it is a wonderful feeling.

I thought about how nice it would be if I could move, so that I could hug him, like he usually hugged me, hold him tight, and comfort him not to be afraid, or I could lie to him that I was Lynn in his mouth, and the Lynn he had been thinking about was back, but unfortunately I couldn't, I couldn't do anything but look at him.

After that day, he locked himself and me in the bedroom, he hugged my body tightly, and kept telling me that I will not leave you, I will not leave you, no matter what happens in the outside world, I will always be with you, don't be afraid......

He didn't let go of the hand that held me until his tears dried up, until his throat could no longer pronounce a word, until his trembling body of fear became stiff.

I don't know how long later, the bedroom door was split, he still hugged me tightly on the bed, but he had lost the strength to cry and talk, just leaning on my body to gasp, I didn't know how to help this man who was so sad, I could only stare blankly at the man and woman who rushed in front of me.

The man pulled him away from me, and he fell to the ground without a little resistance, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, I would probably have guessed he was dead. The woman lifted him up and leaned against her, and I began to be jealous of the woman, the person next to him should be me and not you, but I couldn't do anything, I couldn't even control the movement of my eyes.

Then the firelight appeared in front of him, he shouted no, tried his best to rush over, but was firmly held by the woman, and then I saw a light that I had never seen before, and the curtains that had never been moved were opened, and the sun felt warm on my body, but my eyes were getting more and more blurry.

I could still hear his heart-rending cry in my ears, I couldn't see him clearly, and I wanted to close my eyes and savor his gentle face one last time. This time I succeeded, and at the last moment I closed my eyes, and my mind was full of his shadow, and I was a little reluctant, but I had to say goodbye. Don't cry, don't be sad anymore, thank you for bringing me these wonderful memories, thank you.

I don't know if I can convey my last thoughts, but if there is God, please help me convey my last thoughts.

A tear secretly swept through, and when I was dying, I seemed to see the blood flowing from the corner of his eye, and the man behind him was already in tears......