The air was thick with the smell of something burnt, an acrid and unpleasant odor.
Standing at the entrance of the cave and watching the flames, she felt dazed, transported back to when she was ten years old.
That year, she had also been this far away as she watched the fire devour everything.
Back then, Uncle Mo had held her, preventing her from going in as she cried and fussed, desperate for one last glimpse of her mother.
There was a slight twinge in her heart. Although these events had happened thirteen whole years ago, they felt as fresh as yesterday—especially the flames, which awakened her memories.
She brushed aside the wisps of hair by her ears and quietly observed everything before her.
Rocks were still sliding down the mountain, but it was much better than before. She tried her best to control herself, not thinking about the past.
She really loved Shen Chi, so very much.