Is Su Huan afraid of death?
No doubt about it, he's quite afraid.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought about creating an iron shell to hide inside it.
But just like those genes that become restless and unstable due to continuous evolution in the apocalypse, madness has become the underlying color imprinted in everyone's genes.
Caution and madness, chaos and order are interwoven within each person.
Just like how Su Huan enjoys the tranquil moments amidst the clattering noises of the afternoon kitchen but also craves the thrill of the wind raging past his ears when revving the motorcycle to 120km/h on the rooftop.
He always thought he preserved his humanity well.
Writing diaries, keeping track of time, loving gourmet food, staying optimistic, and talking to himself when there's absolutely no one else to converse with...
But when the engine roars, and that uncontrollable itch in his bones rises.
He realized he might have been mad long ago.
