lt;Natural Disasters

I kept getting notifications from text messages, so I picked up my phone from beside the bed. It was September 14th, 2029, at 9:32 am.,Three years into the apocalypse, Su Mengyao remained immaculate, unstained by the chaos. Her complexion was fair with a touch of blush, as if she were still living in a world of prosperity and splendor.,This afternoon there were professional classes at school, and in the evening students had to make up for classes, but now it's not necessary.。