The things Su Shu spoke of were truly beyond imagination; to speak frankly, Tang Zelin sat outside, pondering for a long time and still hadn't fully digested it.
At first, he was genuinely shocked.
But then Su Shu talked about some things he had never mentioned to her, especially the childhood mischief he got up to, things he had never told anyone else, let alone her. Where could she have learned about them?
There could only be one explanation: he "once" told her himself.
Putting aside his own biases and listening again, the more Tang Zelin heard, the more shocked he became.
"No wonder I always felt that you, as a girl, didn't panic in the face of the Apocalypse like everyone else. Instead, you were surprisingly calm; now I know why."
"Mhm, because I've been through it before, but I didn't live as well as I do now."
Not as good as now; he could imagine how tough it was to wander outside, and couldn't help but feel a thousand pangs of heartache, hugging her tightly.