In the room, Nana Jensen kept her head down.
After a while, Bella Gordon couldn't bear to look anymore and stretched out her hand to rub Nana's head, saying, "Nora, what happened today was an accident, and there's a saying that those who survive a great disaster are destined for good fortune afterward, so don't take it to heart!"
Good fortune?
She had enjoyed the exclusive love and affection from her parents for the first half of her life; could there still be good fortune left for her?
"You're still okay, though. This kind of thing—I've experienced it more than once. I encountered it once when I was five and again when I was six. When I was five, you weren't even born yet. The scene was much more terrifying than what you faced today!"
"Really? There's something more terrifying than today?"
