"Xu Yuan...."
Ran Qingmo suddenly spoke up.
Xu Yuan snapped back to reality, slightly turned his eyes, and replied in a low voice:
"What's wrong?"
Ran Qingmo gazed at the refugees on both sides under her veil, fell silent for a moment, then still shook her head:
"Nothing."
Xu Yuan glanced at her, sighed softly, and said:
"The emergence of refugee camps like this is actually an inevitable outcome of the current situation."
"Inevitable?" Ran Qingmo's eyes filled with confusion.
Xu Yuan didn't speak, but quietly asked:
"Haven't you seen places like this before?"
Ran Qingmo pondered for a short while, then shook her head:
"I've seen them. Before I went out to travel, my master took me to see many things, including places like this one."
Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked:
"What... did he say to you about it?"
Ran Qingmo pondered again, then said in a low voice:
