——When an era suffocates someone, stifles their voice, and chokes them to death, is it considered murder?
Su Ming'an looked up, the sky was a dull gray, and the heavy rain poured down on the mortal world, seeming to swallow this world whole.
"Boom—!"
He saw a dilapidated unfinished building collapse, the bricks tumbling down like a sand castle blown by the wind, and the residents panic as they fled, unable to take anything with them.
The earth was shaking, buildings were collapsing, and everything was crushed beneath the rubble. He lowered the little girl's head, shielding her from the sight.
When everything returned to silence, the only sound was the steady pitter-patter of rain, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.
Then, the people's cries of anguish rose up.
"——My home! My home!!"
"——My things are still in there, my money, my notebook…"
"——Mom, Mom…"
