She had always felt that after enduring three years of the Apocalypse in her last life, she had finally welcomed a new existence.
But when the young secretary asked her if she remembered how she died, her mind went completely blank.
How had she died back then?
After her rebirth, she couldn't recall at all; not only that, but every time she tried to think about it, her head would ache.
She felt utterly lost and helpless.
It was as if something had been forcibly excavated from her memory; she could remember everything else but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't retrieve that particular period.
Tang Zelin saw her frown, "If you can't remember, then don't think about it. What matters is that we're living well now."
"Mmm."
"Let's sleep then, I'll start looking into it tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll follow your advice. I'll start packing up the house tomorrow."
"Okay."
Speaking of packing, as Su Shu lay down, Tang Zelin suddenly remembered something.
