Wufu's house caught fire, which shocked the entire Wozi Village. You know, they had moved away for less than a day. They left that day and it caught fire that night?
This made the hearts of the villagers in Wozi Village all a bit uneasy, and everyone was speculating whether Wufu's departure and the fire might be particularly connected.
Looking at the site now reduced to ruins, with broken walls and rubble, all felt an uneasy apprehension.
The Zhou family was there too, unable to believe their eyes as they watched the wood that was still smoking, not yet completely burnt through.
Old Lady Zhou felt her body sway, her head buzzing and spinning with dizziness.
"Let's, let's go back," Old Lady Zhou tightly clutched her youngest son's arm.
Zhou Xueli gazed at the old residence beyond repair before him, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.
This old house had been renovated by their father when they lived there, and never had they thought it would become a pile of waste.
