The End of the Rainstorm: My Sister and I Are Retiring in Space

[Double Life + Space + Hoarding + Doomsday] The early stage is more about daily life and trivial matters Fifteen days before the end of the heavy rain, my sister and I had only one thought: to stock up on goods to save our lives. A space emerged from the fish head - a 2,000-square-meter villa, unlimited storage, and front and rear gardens. The neighbor family who ate us in the last life, this time we watch them die one by one. The day the water level rose to the 17th floor, we drove through the floor-to-ceiling windows and drove away. Later I heard that they died miserably.