She struggled fiercely, trying to leap out of Uncle Mo's arms, but the strength of a ten-year-old girl could never match that of an adult, and besides, Uncle Mo would never let her go.
And so she watched as everything burned to ashes.
The fire consumed the house, the trees, the crops... like a beast, devouring everything in one night.
She was held in Uncle Mo's embrace, and at that time she longed for a torrential rain to fall from the sky, but sadly, it did not come.
The air was filled with the smell of charred destruction, irresistible and unforgettable to this very day…
The audio continued to play the man's voice: "That's all I can think of for now."
Then there was no sound, the audio was filled with a "hissing" noise, and shortly after, even that noise ceased abruptly.
Xu Chaomu slumped into the chair, cradling her head, which was throbbing with intense, dull pain.
The man's voice echoed in her ears, constantly revolving like buzzing bees, loud and persistent.
