At this moment, Qin Yin felt as if he'd used up all his energies, damn it was tiring yet unbelievably exhilarating.
Even he found it strange, as though he'd personally experienced it, that he could play such a state of mind.
And now was a time of peace, with not a single zombie in sight, just how could he interpret such astonishment with imagination alone?
He suddenly believed he was a genius.
He couldn't help but lift his hands that seemed enchanted and looked at them over and over, always feeling something was off but couldn't quite place it.
Not only him, Lan Jin too was shocked, finding it beyond belief.
She had initially thought this man could at most bring out thirty percent of the piece's intended emotion, since he had never experienced it firsthand.
But she never imagined that he could fully express the tense atmosphere of an apocalyptic crisis...
Anyone unaware might think he had traversed from the post-apocalyptic world.
