Grandma Xu's face trembled as she shook her head, "I don't know... I don't know... they all covered their faces... their accents... were not from the south, but from the north..."
Grandma Xu, shivering, reconstructed the scene of the fire disaster from that year.
Ning Jinyu held Grandma Xu's hand the entire time, gently guiding her to release the hidden memories of fear in her heart.
"They... they were from the north... they used incendiary bombs to burn down the orphanage... they even used guns... to kill many of the orphanage staff... those staff members were innocent... demons, they are all demons..." Grandma Xu's voice shook with emotion, and tears fell from her eyes.
"They didn't just kill the staff, they even... didn't spare the children... those children in the orphanage, they were all minors... some were only five or six years old... but they, they didn't spare even the children..."
