One City Left

"The fortune teller said I would live a long time." "How long?" The gentle and lingering voice matched the girl's jumping tone. "A long, long time!" "I like you." The boy with memory said. "Acheng, I want a completely iced matcha latte with a lot of sugar." Su Su replied to him. He finally understood and smiled lightly. The moment Su Su closed her eyes, what she was thinking about was not that all living beings had suffered more from her past, but that she suddenly wanted to curse at the sky. "Sure enough, fortune tellers are all lies!!! She didn't live for a long, long time..."