Several official cars drove into Baiyue Village, their tail smoke and the sound of tires crushing the gravel ground shattered the peace that this rural place ought to have had. Villagers walked out from their homes, looking as the vehicles sped along the narrow path.
Xu Xiangyang was carrying his sister out of the ruins of a fire-damaged building.
His sister's head was resting on his shoulder, hanging quietly to one side, her brows slightly furrowed as if trapped in an unending nightmare, with traces of tears visible at the corners of her eyes.
Xu Xiangyang tentatively placed his finger under his sister's nose.
"...Mhm, she's sleeping soundly."
A car horn sounded from a distance. The vehicle at the front stopped ahead of an abandoned house, and a woman in a white suit got out.
"Madam Li will be taken care of by us."
