The end? This is merely a prelude to the storm, the real hardships are still to come. In my past life, I, too, naively thought it was about to end. Everyone thought it was ending. Everyone believed that the darkness had lasted too long, that what thrives must decline. It had been declining for so long already—a whole three years. It should be ending.
Jing Shu revealed an imperceptible, somewhat ironic smile. Although I don't want to crush their faith in life, if they truly think this way, then I also have to bring these lost sheep back on track. Whether the apocalypse ends or not, we still need to make the most of our lives.
Mr. Jing nodded vigorously. "I think so. Although food is getting scarcer, the documents from above are encouraging us. New directives have been issued, strengthening the raising of domestic poultry and even allocating a batch of feed. These past years, people could hardly feed themselves, let alone raise poultry. It seems the authorities are determined."
