The little girl's home is in the alley, a very simple little hut made of stones built haphazardly. Although it is very rundown, in her eyes, it is an extremely important home, a warm harbor. However... what greets her is not her uncle's warm smile.
Huaixi looked at the little girl standing in front of a pile of collapsed stones, her young shoulders seemingly trembling, feeling a new sense of compassion. He stepped forward and said, "Don't be sad yet. First, go ask the neighbors if anything has happened..."
The little girl seemed to awaken from a big dream, immediately dashed about fifty meters away, crouched down, and knocked on a basement window. After a long time, a sound finally came from there, she tried hard to suppress her sobbing voice and asked, "Sister Ju Zi, Brother Shitou, where's my uncle, why has my home become like this?"
