"Master Qing, would you like some water?" Du Yu asked softly.
Yang Qingqing shook her head and pointed out the window: "We're here."
Du Yu followed her gaze. Indeed, the further south they traveled, the less trace of frost and snow remained.
The long and silent journey was finally broken as the vehicle approached the city.
As the bus passed inspection and entered the city, Yang Qingqing couldn't help but frown slightly.
A scene of devastation, crumbling walls and ruins everywhere.
Rather than calling this a city, it's more apt to call it a ruin.
The buildings, rich in exotic charm, still vaguely retained their former grandeur but only just.
The bus remained silent, and people quietly watched this city destroyed by war.
Only one white woman murmured emotionally, as if pitying something.
Du Yu sat by the aisle, his gaze passing over the empty seat on the right, staring at the broken scenery outside, lost in thought.
