"Sister Qianli, is there any food left? A new boy just arrived here."
"I'm coming,"
Mu Qianli brought some food over.
The pale-faced boy looked at Mu Qianli, numbly eating what she had given him.
That was the expression she saw most frequently today.
"This child is also pitiable; it seems his whole family was buried. He was at school, unaware of his family's situation, and now he can't even contact them. It's unsure whether they can be rescued or not."
Given his age, just eight or nine, his bewildered and helpless demeanor was normal.
Mu Qianli watched as an elderly person walked by, leaning on one another, sighing.
"Where's Old Li? I haven't seen him."
"Ah... he didn't make it out; he's probably buried..."
"I was outside taking a walk at the time; otherwise, I wouldn't be here either. When you think about it, young people might withstand being buried, but for us, it would be..."
"Let's drop it, fortune favors the bold, this isn't the time to discuss this."
