"If I say, the natural disaster hasn't ended yet, whether you believe it or not, I only speak once—the disaster is far from over, this is just the beginning," her gaze firmly met the bewildered crowd, eventually resting on the teacher, "The worst is yet to come!"
Wen Qingyu had been standing behind her all along, his eyes fixated on Su Zhiruan the whole time.
She was mysterious.
He had known it from the beginning.
People might lose their memory, but not their intelligence.
She stockpiled goods, knowing much about the future.
If it were someone else, perhaps he would harbor doubts, but for some reason, whenever it was her, his heart felt incredibly at ease.
—As if they had deep entanglements and bonds a long, long time ago.
At that moment, inside the gymnasium.
