Sheng An understood the looks in their eyes.
It wasn't hard to understand.
If they had never had hope, never waited, then they truly couldn't blame anyone.
But they had waited. They had followed the nation's instructions and upheld order, until the people around them fell one after another. Only when all hope was lost had they descended into chaos.
Given that, Sheng An wasn't surprised by their small measure of resentment. She wasn't even disappointed.
She merely looked at Miao Yuan, then at the people beside him, before turning around.
Hao Jingye understood and handed her the tablet he was holding.
Sheng An opened it and showed them the time on the screen-
"I'm sorry the Special Affairs Office didn't arrive in time. But your third year is actually the third month outside."
Miao Yuan and the others froze, staring blankly at the time on the tablet.
They hadn't seen an electronic device in so long...
But they could still read the date, and they clearly remembered that year-the year their lives had changed, the year of the apocalypse.
Miao Yuan's voice trembled. "Really?"
"Really. We have no reason to lie to you."
Sheng An spoke each word clearly. "Time is different inside and outside. We entered the Southwest in the third month, but you've already endured two years. I'm sorry."
She apologized again.
But Miao Yuan and the others burst into helpless sobs.
They cried even harder than when they had first tasted food, harder than when they had learned these people had been sent by the nation.
The third month of doomsday!
What had they been like back then?
Everyone had still been in the shelters. Order hadn't collapsed, food hadn't run short, and not many people had died. They had been waiting for the nation to