Is It Too Late to Run Now?

Ye Nanfeng said harshly when we broke up: "Your mother gave me five million. I'm leaving. Don't give it away." Actually - five million? She didn't even confiscate a steel penny. On the day she was studying abroad in Luxi, she ate a bowl of plain noodles that cost six yuan under the overpass and cried like a fool. Destiny is just a joke. A few years later, it was the end of the world, and zombies were running all over the streets. Ye Nanfeng narrowly escaped death and finally escaped to the legendary safe city - the bath water was hot, the rice was enough, and the city owner was said to be gentle and kind. She was moved to tears and felt that her fortune had finally turned. Until she stood in front of the city lord and saw that frosty face—— Deer·Chengdu·Xi. Ye Nanfeng:...... Is it too late for her to run now? —— Ye Nanfeng stood in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion, looking at the frosty face on the high seat, his calves began to tremble. Lu Xi said calmly: "Long time no see." Ye Nanfeng laughed dryly: "Ha... Haha... What a coincidence..." Lu Xi: "Unfortunately. This is my city." Ye Nanfeng: "... I know, I'm just passing by, I'll leave right now -" Lu Xi: "Someone, please arrange a private room for her." Ye Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Xi: "Live next door to me." Ye Nanfeng:...... —— In the hearts of the people in S City, the city lord Lu Xi is the last god in the apocalypse - calm, compassionate, and never makes mistakes. She built this high wall with her own hands and accommodated 30,000 refugees. The system was strict but left room for everyone. Living in this wasteland became everyone's hope. She stood on the tower overlooking all living beings, her eyes as light as tea. No one had seen her smile, and no one had seen her lose her composure. "The city lord is good at everything," the old residents lamented privately, "but it's just too cold." What they didn't see was- The next night, the lights in the city lord's palace were on all night. Someone was passing by and vaguely heard bursts of crying begging for mercy coming from inside: "I really didn't take your mother's money... Oh... I beg you, let me go... I don't dare to do it anymore..." Concept: The greatest humor of fate is to turn the bullshit you have boasted into into a debt you have to kneel down to repay.