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.,Jiang Ning seemed to think of something, took out the blade and cut his finger, letting the blood drop onto the pendant.,Ginger Ning lived on the 18th floor. Although she wasn't flooded, she was also living in a mess.。