"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."
As soon as they got off the vehicle, everyone saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old squatting on an open space by the road, breaking down in tears.
"The road that was just cleared... it's been destroyed again! We can't leave, we can't leave..."
The girl's father sighed and patted her, "It's okay, Yangyang, we will make it out!"
The girl cried even louder, "Our home is gone, the car's gone too! Mom, mom is gone as well!"
Seeing this, everyone stepped forward to comfort them.
"Did your house collapse? Where is your mom? We will help you rescue her!"
But the girl continued to cry without responding.
The man, however, glanced at He Yongjun's military uniform, his eyes filled with sorrow, lifted his hands to reveal a pair of wounded, clotted hands, and then pointed toward a small sedan behind a large rock:
"It's too late... she's already... gone. She was in the car; I dug her out by myself last night.
