She walked out in the dark, skillfully took a bottle of beverage from the cabinet under the coffee table, and unscrewed the cap to drink a few sips.
The beverages were kept at room temperature, even freezing at lower temperatures, and now, it felt warm in her hand.
Su Zhiruan looked at the indoor thermometer flashing a red light, showing thirty-five degrees, and couldn't help but sigh.
The dense fog had lifted; what followed was a prolonged period of high temperatures.
This stage lasted longer than the extreme cold blizzard, had more damaging effects, and combined natural disasters with man-made calamities—it was not an exaggeration to call it the Human World's Hell.
She frowned, taking another sip of her beverage.
After finishing her drink, she gently pushed the door open, planning to lie back down on the bed.
At that moment, Su Zhiruan felt the person beside her in the bed wake up.
"Did I wake you?" she asked softly upon seeing Wen Qingyu sitting up.
