Capital city was destroyed.
This was beyond everyone's expectations.
But it was also within everyone's expectations...
It was a rare occurrence. After capital city was destroyed, the government did not organize any mourning and grieving ceremonies.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten about this matter in unison.
Life returned to normal.
But this kind of normal also began to gradually become abnormal.
Waves of undercurrents were waiting for an opportunity to move...
...
Ding dong.
Saturday morning.
Chen Yu, at Ma Li's house, rang the doorbell beside the iron door.
After half a week of waiting, Ma Li called last night to inform Chen Yu that she had returned to Qingcheng with all kinds of medicines, tools, and facilities.
He could start the operation of faking his death at any time.
Therefore, Chen Yu rushed over the next morning.
Creak...
The iron door opened automatically.