"He may be pitiful, but that shouldn't justify mistreating me," Xiaohe's voice weakened as he spoke again.
Wang Jingzhi's fate should have ended long ago, perhaps due to the failures of his past six lives, many things in this life had shifted from their original paths.
For instance, Su Tao was not supposed to appear in Lihua Village, most of the villagers should have died in the massive earthquake, and furthermore, this senseless flight from famine…
Thinking this way, Xiaohe no longer felt resentful.
Why should he upset himself?
Although Nanzhi and the others had stopped to rest, the other refugees continued moving forward, stepping indifferently over any corpses that blocked their path.
The dead might have been liberated, but the living had to go on.
"Xiaohe, do you feel that? Was there just a tremor?"
Nanzhi had intended to gather more firewood to keep the fire burning, but suddenly paused and looked towards Xiaohe.
"A tremor?"
