"Did Xue Ling go to the refugee shelter?" Nan Feng asked.
She was actually very cautious, not easily believing what others told her.
"Yes, Lady Xue Ling insisted on going there. The place is filled with injured people, and the smell of blood is overwhelming. It's frightening. My mother says that seeing blood every day is bad luck. She's a young woman who is about to get married."
Nan Feng had brought a bundle with her, planning to stay the night. She put her stuff away first and then asked, "Is the refugee shelter in the suburbs? Near the city gate?"
"Yes, it's there," the young girl answered.
Nan Feng, guided by the girl's description, found the place exactly as Tang Rui had described it.
As soon as she opened the door, a disgusting smell assaulted her. The scent of medicine, blood, and sweat were all mixed together. The air inside was so different from the fresh air outside that she almost threw up.
