The villa is like ruins, everything has almost turned to ashes, the smoky and scorching smell sting the nostrils, so pungent that one dares not open their eyes...
Every place you can reach out to touch is the dirty color of pot bottom, a different kind of scorching heat, making it difficult to breathe.
This is a battlefield that has just been swept by flames, everything is a symbol of fragment and death...
Evidence that is about to vanish...
Xia Xi's pupils are hollow, she stands in the middle of the house, looking up at the sky, her vision blocked by a charred pillar with wisps of smoke rising from it, obscuring all the light of her life.
A strange smile hangs on her ugly face, her body trembling desperately, saying, "Hiss, dead! All deadーーー"
She keeps shaking! Like a broken doll, completely without a foothold.
"Xia Xi!"
A tense voice is transmitted from outside the ruins.
