"Alright, I'll go and figure out what we should stock up on."

Bai Yifan considered himself a man, so he stood up and walked outside.

Having read several gigabytes of post-apocalyptic novels, Bai Yifan believed that if his family made preparations in advance, they would definitely be able to survive.

"good!"

Bai Xizhu scratched her slightly itchy neck, getting a handful of grime in the process.

Bai Xizhu: ...

How come she doesn't remember not taking a shower for so long?

"By the way, sis!" Bai Yifan stepped out of the bedroom, turned around and asked Bai Xizhu, "Sis, were you also taken in by our parents—they don't want the good stuff to go to outsiders?"

"No, not at all." Bai Xizhu flicked her bangs. "I lived the longest, and I got tired of living, so I ended up self-destructing!"

Bai Yifan: ...

"Alright then!" Bai Yifan waved his hand. "Don't get yourself worked up this time, or Dad will definitely beat me to death!"

"Okay!" Bai Xizhu's lips curled up slightly.

"Honestly, Dad always loves garlic, and I hate the smell of garlic the most! I wonder if I was bothered by the smell back then!"

Bai Yifan muttered to himself as he walked out of the room.

As Bai Xizhu listened to Bai Yifan's mutterings, tears welled up in her eyes as she laughed.

She casually mentioned the future of her family.

But that scene remained etched in her mind for three whole years.

I can never forget it; it's still vivid in my mind.

Bai Xizhu took a deep breath and tried to comfort herself.

It's okay, this time, the family will definitely survive the apocalypse.

Bai Xizhu scratched her neck again, getting another handful of dust.

I always feel a bit itchy, and when I scratch it, a clump of ash comes out.

Good heavens, all she needs is a tattered cassock and a broken fan to become Ji Gong!

I looked down and smelled my arm; it smelled rancid.

Bai Xizhu's face stiffened for a moment, then she quickly grabbed a clean set of clothes and rushed into the bathroom.