An atmosphere like that made one feel a sense of desolation permeate in the silence.
Nian Xiaomu continued moving ahead.
When she came closer to the front gate of the factory, the suppressed cries of the workers became more audible.
Many of them were old workers who had worked in the clothing factory for their whole life and refused to have their injuries tended to. They were kneeling at the entrance of the factory and sobbing like children.
Manager Hong was amongst them.
When Nian Xiaomu saw him yesterday, he was still wearing his work uniform and keeping the factory clean and tidy inside out.
He pleaded with her earnestly to not shut down the clothing factory and assured her that they could definitely operate it properly.
During the last night, it seemed as if he had aged over ten years.
His face had traces of being exposed to thick smoke as more than half of it was charred.