The bus stopped beside the charred ground.
The bus door opened, and the Bai Family stood on the charred ground, faces filled with shock.
Bai Zhengxuan's throat moved, but he couldn't utter a word, his feet felt as if nailed to the spot, unable to take a step forward.
Everywhere they looked, everything was black ashes.
The cement houses had all burned down, and a thick layer of ashes lay everywhere.
Light gray ashes floated in the air, like a dense fog.
Even if it was a big fire, it shouldn't have turned the entire village into a wasteland, but that was the reality, a thick burnt smell lingered in the air.
It pierced the heart painfully.
Bai Zhengxuan and Liu Jing, having lived here for a long time, were overwhelmed by the sight before them, their legs giving way, and they knelt on the ground.
Bai Xiqin and Bai Yifan hurried to help, but no matter how they tried, they couldn't lift them, so they simply sat on the ground together.
