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The mountains and rivers are majestic, but they are paved with corpses and bones. During the famine years, corpses were everywhere, and the old beggar who protected me died. I had nowhere to bury him, so I could only burn him cleanly. I was about to die, because people had stripped away all the edible grass roots and dug almost three feet into the ground. In order to prevent me from being killed and eaten, the old beggar had no choice but to take me away and hide from the hungry red-eyed people outside the city. Heavy rain poured down, thunder boomed, and rain leaked from everywhere in the ruined temple. "I'm going to die. I'm sorry, Grandpa, I can't survive." A six-year-old girl, skinny and thin, wrapped in sackcloth, huddled in a corner, hands lowered.