"Is there still a place suitable for living?"
Jhiang Yuan was somewhat doubtful, but that was the reality.
Song Yi turned around, glanced at her with a soft look in his eyes, lacking his usual sharpness.
"Jhiang Yuan, listen to me, it's already the later stages of the disaster.
The officials surely haven't abandoned us, they just need to do some work.
When things stabilize, they will definitely come to rescue the citizens.
It's not only West City, but other places as well, as long as people are alive, there will be rescue efforts."
Song Yi, an ex-military personnel, had unconditional trust in the government.
Jhiang Yuan didn't quite understand this belief, but respect was imperative.
Moreover, what he said made sense, at least theoretically.
As for when the rescue would come, that was a different matter.
"I know, I believe too, but before they arrive, shouldn't we help ourselves?"