Of course, his words could not be heard by Chang Shuo's parents. The distance separating them was not just a few meters, but two worlds apart.
The world of the living and the world of the dead.
"Alright, alright, stop crying." Chang Shuo's father patted the person in his arms on the shoulder.
The sobs gradually subsided inside the house. Perhaps Chang Shuo's mother was tired of crying, or perhaps... she had accepted reality.
The clouds moved away, clearing a patch of sky for the sunlight.
The rays of light passed through the window, illuminated the dust in the air, and shined upon the two elderly people.
The scene began to shift; the surrounding space seemed to shatter like broken glass, scattering and then disappearing into the air.
The dark red sky was overcast and seemed to stretch on without an end.
Underneath was a scorched land devoid of all life. It seemed like not even the most resilient seed could sprout on this land.
