Through the rusted iron gate, Xia Baiyu stared blankly at the overgrown weeds in the courtyard, horrified beyond belief.
Her gaze moved past the desolate courtyard to the familiar house that had been scorched by fire, her surprise and incomprehension intensifying.
What on earth is going on, how did my home end up looking like this?
"Miss, go back, I won't charge you for the ride," a deliberately lowered voice of a driver came from behind her, as if afraid to disturb someone.
Xia Baiyu seemed not to have heard, slowly raised her hand, and pushed the iron gate in front of her.
The gate emitted a grating metallic sound as it opened.
She took a deep breath and walked in.
The driver watched her figure from outside the gate, feeling that her state was a bit strange, almost as if she were possessed by something.
Thinking it over carefully, why would a young girl come to such a place alone?