"Ah, peace is wonderful."
She gazed out the window at the passersby and the golden warmth of the sun showering the earth, just like the peaceful days before the disaster struck.
Back then, as the disaster grew worse, she thought there would no longer be days like this. There wouldn't be leisurely meals in restaurants, no more passing cars on the roads, only struggling to survive in the darkness.
——That's how Yiluo Xi had described it to her at the time.
But they had defended a safe haven.
She had put in no small effort herself—yay!
Thinking this, An Jianyou felt extraordinarily proud.
Sitting opposite her was Yiluo Xi, with her wine-red shoulder-length hair, eating with much more ferocity. She blazed through plate after plate of meat, then beckoned, "Waiter, this... this... and this, thirty more plates, please."
She looked as though she intended to eat An Jianyou out of house and home.
After all, it was her treat.
