Hua Mi patted Shi Caixia on the shoulder,
"Let the driver bring the car up. Move around more, you'll get used to it soon."
They had to get used to dealing with death. If they needed to grieve for every dead body, their hearts would be shattered from today onwards.
Shi Caixia clenched her fists, she didn't move, and suddenly, full of hatred, she said,
"That's the price Ma Zhixuan pays for not buying firewood, in such cold weather, what's wrong with buying some wood?"
The snow was too thick, survivors could hardly manage to dig the wet wood from beneath the snow.
Therefore, the firewood for heating must be from reserves, it must be available...
But look at what Ma Zhixuan had done? His presumptions, how many people had they killed?
Hua Mi said nothing, only looked at Shi Caixia with mournful eyes. Just seeing a few dead bodies, and she was already this indignantly enraged.
The closer they moved towards Xiang City, the more corpses there would be on the road.
