The chaotic consciousness was shocked by the scene before its eyes. Was this the apartment where it had lived before the apocalypse,I kept getting notifications from text messages, so I picked up my phone from beside the bed. It was September 14th, 2029, at 9:32 am.,Three years into the apocalypse, Su Mengyao remained immaculate, unstained by the chaos. Her complexion was fair with a touch of blush, as if she were still living in a world of prosperity and splendor.。