Even if Su Shu's memories still contained another version of him, so what?
Her former self was not as quick to act, hiding and enduring until the end, sacrificing without even bringing home a wife, uh, that was really pathetic!
Unlike him, he set his sights on his little wife the moment he saw her, and once he liked her, he had to whisk her back home, and once brought home, he definitely couldn't let her go—fried, stir-fried, boiled, steamed, cooked however delicious.
Thinking this way, he felt victorious.
As dawn broke and he was in high spirits, he went out for a few runs with Yao Ke and chatted about some weapons matters, then he came back to deliver food to his wife.
By the way, he also wanted to ask about something.
After listening, Su Shu thought for a moment and shook her head: "Regarding the aliens, I'm not very clear. After reincarnating, so many things in the Apocalypse have changed from before."
"In your former life, how many years into the Apocalypse was it?"