"No matter how pitiful he is, he shouldn't wrong me for nothing." As she continued speaking, Xiaohe's voice weakened.
Wang Jingzhi's lifeline should have ended long ago; perhaps due to the past six failures, many things in this life had deviated from their original path.
For example, Su Tao shouldn't have appeared in Lihua Village, most people in Lihua Village should have died in that earthquake, and this pointless journey of fleeing from the famine...
Upon thinking about this, Xiaohe lost her resentment from earlier.
Why should she upset herself?
Although Nanzhi and the others halted to rest, other refugees continued moving. When they encountered corpses blocking the way, they simply stepped over them with indifferent faces.
Perhaps for the dead, it's a release; but the living must continue.
"Xiaohe, did you feel it? Did it just shake a bit?"
Nanzhi was originally going to gather more firewood to keep the fire going, but she suddenly froze and looked at Xiaohe.
"Shake?"