Du Yue still did not speak, and she did not put down her dagger either. "Ahh, this dagger of yours looks like an old object. Where did you get it? I still remember that when you were in school, you were quiet and didn't like to talk. I didn't expect that you would be forced by this damn apocalypse to learn how to wield a dagger and play with guns."
Wu Di was not angry even with the dagger pointed at him. He continued to talk to Du Yue as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
However, as he was speaking, Du Yue had already begun to seriously recall her high school life. Wu Di transferred to their class in the second year of high school. The two of them had not exchanged more than ten sentences until graduation. They were no different from strangers. Du Yue felt very uncomfortable when she saw a classmate she had never interacted with before acting so friendly.
Du Yue glanced at the left door on the first floor. "You live here?"