At the top of the mountain, the air after the rain was filled with the smell of water mixed with mud leaves, and a pungent burnt smell lingering in it.
Just next to the scorched ancient tree, an embarrassed figure sat. If you don't look carefully, this little girl with empty eyes will almost blend into the dead tree beneath her, looking equally withered and dead.
I still remember that Fourth Brother once said that a person who is deeply sad cannot cry. At that time, Yan Qingli thought that he had already tasted the experience of witnessing his whole family being slaughtered.
Now my heart hurts so much again...
PS: Return from purgatory and be born toward the sun! This is the story of a group of awakened people, each rushing to the battlefield.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
