The half building was in a mess at that moment, there were traces of damage made by wind and frost everywhere. Luckily there was no one living there, there were not many people left in the city, that was why there was no follow up action taken.
Su Bai was sitting on the stairs, he kept on panting. His gaze was focused on the pile of dust below him, it was the last traces which Lan Lin left behind.
It was hard to imagine that a woman like that had just fallen.
It was unrealistic, it was out of everyone's expectation;
Yan Huihong had walked out, he was holding an exquisite box which he got from god knows where, he squatted down by pile of dust, with one hand holding the box and another picking up the dust, it was as if he had made an ossuary for Lan Lin.
Pillow was leaning by the wall, his gaze was filled with loneliness, his expression was very bleak and desolate.
