Jiang Ning’s breathing tightened as she quickly picked up the binoculars to watch.

At the same time, at the same place, two tornadoes with similar appearances but spinning in opposite directions whirled like giant shredders. Wherever they passed, trees were uprooted and flung away, houses collapsed, cars flew like tossed toys, and even the floodwaters were continuously sucked in.

The two tornadoes rapidly approached each other. The high-speed rotating air currents were like countless sharp saw teeth, crushing all obstacles in their path.

“Ah!” Zheng Weili cried out in alarm, instinctively covering her mouth.

The two tornadoes violently collided, fiercely battling as they merged. They brutally cut through and shattered a skyscraper, then swallowed it whole until it vanished without a trace.

A thirty-plus-story skyscraper completely disappeared in less than a minute.

After merging, the tornado rampaged again, like a spoiled child throwing tantrums—smashing and breaking everything around without any care for the consequences.

In her life so far, Jiang Ning had never seen a double tornado before. Its destructive power was more than twice that of a normal tornado, but luckily its duration was only half as long.

Still, in just these few minutes, it could leave the city devastated.

Jiang Ning didn’t even blink, her eyes fixed tightly on the vanished skyscraper.

She wasn’t sure if double tornadoes existed in her previous life, but she knew very well that skyscrapers hadn’t been destroyed before. During the extreme cold, she had even gone inside them to look for supplies—only to find they had long since been looted by survivors, leaving nothing but chaos and ruin.

But now, it was destroyed outright.

Starting over, Jiang Ning’s confidence came from the supplies in her spatial storage and her precise disaster predictions—but now, things had changed.

The tornado disappeared from sight. Even Zheng Weili, usually optimistic and cheerful, was struggling to catch her breath.

A cold hand tightly gripped Jiang Ning’s, “An Ning, is this still just a typhoon?”

This world felt so unfamiliar, as if there was no longer any chance to return to the prosperity before the typhoon’s arrival.

The double tornado not only swallowed and destroyed skyscrapers but also tore through a nearby area full of mixed commercial and residential buildings—the most densely populated district of the city.

Did those people still have any chance to survive?

Lu Yu’s expression grew heavy as he sighed, “The typhoon’s name really suits it—it’s like a cleaver, seems ready to chop this city to pieces.”

As he spoke, he hugged his girlfriend closely, resting his head on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we were lucky to dodge it this time. If one day we really can’t dodge it, maybe it won’t be as terrible as it looks. Perhaps it’ll just take us away without us even realizing.”

Lu Yu’s somewhat pessimistic nature was shaped by his upbringing, which was also why Zheng Weili fell in love with him at first sight—on the fighting ring, he got beaten badly but still smiled happily afterward.

She was like a sunflower, always warm and bright.

But now, she couldn’t smile anymore, and Lu Yu felt a pang of pain for her.

Tornadoes had been frequent these days, and this wasn’t the first time the two had witnessed one. Zheng Weili hugged her boyfriend and said, “If our bad luck catches us, would you really be willing to die?”

“Even if I’m not willing, it doesn’t matter. At least we’d die together.”

Jiang Ning, stuffed full of their lovey-dovey talk, was speechless.

What did she do wrong?

Natural disasters were already terrifying enough; now she also had to endure this public display of affection.

Zheng Weili was muscular and strong all over—her waist was thicker than Lu Yu’s, and even her thighs were more powerful. The sight was so mismatched it made Jiang Ning’s eyes hurt.

Just as she was about to remind them to save the PDA (public display of affection) for home, a heart-wrenching scream came from the building opposite.

Jiang Ning lived on the top floor and looked up to see a woman standing on the rooftop, holding a four- or five-year-old child’s hand and cradling another in her arms.

Her hair was disheveled. Standing in the pouring rain, she screamed hysterically, “Chu, you bastard! I’ll haunt you as a ghost in my next life and never forgive you!”

The frightened four- or five-year-old cried loudly, rain streaming into eyes she couldn’t open, desperately pulling her mother backward, “Mom, mom, I’m scared…”

“She…” Zheng Weili was frightened by the scene, “Is she going to jump off the building? With her kids?”

She opened the emergency window, stuck her head out, waving and shouting across, “Hey, think it over! The typhoon will pass. You have two kids. If you don’t live, who will they live for? You can’t be so selfish!”

The wind and rain scattered Zheng Weili’s voice.

This scene on Building 2 was witnessed by many hiding inside their homes, who all shouted toward the rooftop, hoping the woman would come to her senses.

But the woman ignored them and jumped off the building, dragging the children with her…

Someone rushed up to the rooftop to save them but was too late—they could only watch helplessly as the mother and her two children fell.

Splash! Water splashed high.

The child struggled in the water, crying, “Help, Mom… help…”

Lu Yu covered Zheng Weili’s eyes so she wouldn’t see the brutal scene any longer.

The earlier double tornado had instantly claimed countless lives, but it was far away and blurry—its visual impact was nothing compared to this.

Zheng Weili didn’t understand—it was just a typhoon, how could people not survive?

Even if the mother had lived a full life, the children’s lives had only just begun—how could she take that away?

The water’s surface calmed again as the typhoon howled once more.

Lu Yu closed the emergency window and pulled the stunned Zheng Weili back into the living room.

Jiang Ning was okay—she had seen far bloodier and crueler things in her past life, things that became more inhumane as time went on.

Without strong willpower, not everyone could survive.

“I know that woman,” Lu Yu said. “He’s no doubt a deadbeat. But having grown up in an orphanage and seen the many faces of life, I’m tougher than Zheng Weili.”

He explained, “Her husband has a mistress outside. Not only did he secretly have a child with her, he also used the family savings to buy houses and cars for that woman.”

Before the typhoon, some elderly ladies downstairs were gossiping, and he overheard some of it.

The woman who jumped with her kids was betrayed, losing both her husband and their savings. That man probably didn’t even come back before the typhoon.

Don’t say a woman raising two kids alone—even Lu Yu and Zheng Weili were exhausted. Besides natural disasters, human ugliness also loomed large. She probably saw no way out and jumped. She couldn’t bear to let the kids suffer in this world, so she sought release in this way.

He looked dazed. “Will this disaster ever end?”

It was as if he was asking Jiang Ning, or maybe himself.

After two consecutive disasters, Lu Yu and Zheng Weili returned to the next-door apartment in very low spirits.

Jiang Ning closed her door, listened to some soothing music, calmed herself down, and took out some dishes: braised beef with radish, mushroom chicken stew, and garlic stir-fried lettuce.

She put on a light comedy show and ate while passing the time.

…

The typhoon continued. The sky was gloomy, still before dawn.

Jiang Ning didn’t know how 1801 taught her, but Dou Dou came knocking almost every day lately, always very punctual after lunch.

“Sis, can I see Xiaobai and Huihui?”

Today Dou Dou had her hair in a bun, tilting her little head and smiling at Jiang Ning, shoving an egg into her hand.

The child’s pure, clear smile could heal a bad mood. Her eyes, like black grapes, were the brightest stars in the sky.

Dou Dou loved rabbits and often squatted on the balcony watching them. She even named the two breeding rabbits.

The balcony was glazed and lined with cardboard under the cage, keeping the rabbits clean. Jiang Ning took Xiaobai to the sofa for Dou Dou to play with. “Xiaobai is pregnant. You can’t touch her belly.”

Dou Dou’s eyes sparkled, “Is she going to have babies?”

After hearing the answer, she giggled, hugging Xiaobai. “Can I raise the babies?”

Meat rabbits breed a lot—sometimes more than ten in a litter. Jiang Ning wasn’t sure she could afford that. “If your brother agrees, you might get one.”

Hearing it depended on brother’s approval, Dou Dou’s little face fell, clearly disappointed.

Judging by her clothes, 1801 took good care of her—always new clothes even in the rain—but Dou Dou seemed a bit afraid of him.

Indeed, 1801’s sharp, cold features and distant aura were intimidating to a child.

By chance, Jiang Ning noticed bruises on Dou Dou’s arm and was immediately shocked.

Not just the arms—there were bruises on her legs, waist, and even her forehead. They were alarming.

“Dou Dou, what happened to your injuries?”

“Brother hit me,” Dou Dou lowered her head and stroked the rabbit.