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Yang Yichen burst forth with unprecedented intensity as the two struggled to move forward on a path fraught with obstacles, akin to being trapped between a wolf and a tiger, forcing them to unleash all their strength.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the violent shaking showed no signs of stopping.
The ground was a blur; the seismic waves not only made it difficult to stand but also disturbed their minds, causing dizziness as everything around them spun in chaos.
It felt like a century had passed before the earth finally regained its calm, as if the earlier turmoil had nothing to do with it, leaving only the ruins scattered about as evidence of what had just transpired.
The effects of the Aftershock were not as severe as before, but due to the destruction caused by the initial quake, many buildings had collapsed and mountains had crumbled, blocking the road ahead.
In such circumstances, the Ox Cart could not pass at all, so choosing to proceed on foot was undoubtedly the best option for both of them.
With each step hunched over and focused on the imminent dangers ahead, their figures grew increasingly faint against the desolate landscape, with the gates of Biqi Town still far out of reach.
The Aftershock struck again and again, each occurrence making it harder for them to advance, each time battling against death itself.
Amidst the desolation of the land, with no end in sight, her unwavering belief propelled her forward step by step.
Even though Yang Yichen did his utmost to protect Liu Qingxi, she still suffered several injuries, enduring the pain of blood seeping from her wounds without uttering a word.
With every violent tremor, they clung tightly to one another for support, standing shoulder to shoulder against the chaos.
Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time had passed, they caught sight of Biqi Town. In that moment, it felt like a refreshing rain after a long drought; Liu Qingxi surged forward with renewed energy.
Biqi Town, compared to the devastation in nearby villages like Ten Li Pu, was no better off.
Everywhere there were broken walls and remnants; lifeless eyes stared blankly into space amidst cries and wails of despair.
Liu Qingxi witnessed a six-year-old child covered in blood sitting among a pile of rubble, his bewildered eyes devoid of emotion as he stared ahead, too frightened even to cry.
As they moved further along, they saw a family huddled together, tears streaming down their faces as they looked at their home that had collapsed in ruins.
The deeper they went, the heavier Liu Qingxi's heart felt. The houses in the town were too densely packed; if they collapsed, it wouldn't just be her family that would be injured or killed, but also the defenseless neighbors.
At this moment, Yang Yichen knew that no amount of comfort would help Liu Qingxi.
Silent companionship was the greatest support she could offer.
Fortunately, there were no more aftershocks. Master Zhu's school wasn't far away, and Liu Qingxi had no mood to pity others. In the face of such a great disaster, her own family was the most important.
She couldn't be a saint; any help she could give to others was based on the premise that her own family was safe. Otherwise, people were inherently selfish, and notions of a saintly figure were inappropriate in such times.
Whether she was cold-blooded or hard-hearted, this was her most genuine thought.
As she passed through, the ground was uneven, and she saw one injured person after another as she crossed from house to house.
Hurry up, faster! She exerted all her strength to save every second.
Finally, the school appeared before her. The ruins here had changed dramatically compared to before; the once even houses were now uneven.
Bricks and rubble were scattered everywhere. A group of terrified children huddled together, while Master Zhu, usually composed, looked disheveled and covered in a thick layer of dust. He anxiously directed everyone.
"Children, don't panic! Stand together, don't run around or move too much. Stay away from the trees and don't go near the houses."
"Wah wah wah~~~ I want my mom and dad! I'm scared!" The children didn't understand much; they were usually pampered by their parents, afraid of falling or getting hurt.
This sudden blow had completely shattered them; they cried uncontrollably, unable to be soothed by anyone.
A few older ones managed to hold back their tears until they heard others crying, which made them unable to contain themselves any longer.
In an instant, cries echoed all around, with some voices rising even louder. Master Zhu kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Don't worry, don't worry, Master is thinking of a way. Wait for your family to come pick you up."
But Master Zhu knew that in such a situation, even if someone wanted to come, it wouldn't be easy.
Moreover, it was still uncertain whether the children's parents were safe.
He sighed; what could he do? This was a disaster, and he could only face it calmly, doing his best to ensure the children's safety.
Liu Qingxi heard Master Zhu's voice from far away and hurried over, stumbling as she ran: "Yan!"
Her exclamation, filled with panic, startled Master Zhu, who was comforting the children.
Turning around, he saw a woman covered in dirt and looking disheveled, her original clothing color unrecognizable, standing at the collapsed entrance of the classroom.
"Master Zhu, where is Yan? Is he okay? Is he hurt?"
Without caring about the propriety between men and women, Liu Qingxi grabbed Master Zhu's sleeve and anxiously asked.
Once she got closer, Master Zhu realized that this dirty-faced girl was Liu Qingyan's sister.
This kid was one of his proud students; although she came from the countryside, she was sharp-minded and had excellent learning abilities—a promising student.
Understanding Liu Qingxi's urgency, Master Zhu didn't hesitate and quickly walked in front of the children: "Where is Liu Qingyan? Come to the front; your family has arrived."
In the group of children, a thin child was pushed forward: "Liu Qingyan, hurry out! Your sister is here!"
The other children looked on with envy as Liu Qingyan stepped out.
Faced with such a scene, the children watched enviously, wishing their own families would come too.
Between life and death, what she hoped for the most was the companionship of her family.
Liu Qingxi tightly clasped her hands together, her heart gradually settling back into her chest as a path slowly opened up, revealing a thin child walking towards her.
The child's face was dark and dirty, with only two bright eyes shining through.
Hehe, hehe! The anxiety and worry along the way felt as if they had crossed the distances of past lives. When she finally saw Liu Qingyan standing before her, whole and complete, Liu Qingxi smiled.
That smile was like the sudden warmth of spring; it made Yang Yichen's heart tremble slightly. All the hardships endured along the way were worth it.
Liu Qingxi suddenly pulled Liu Qingyan into her embrace. The real warmth confirmed that this was true, not a dream—Liu Qingyan was safe.
The scene of siblings reuniting, tears of joy, their embracing figures, and the stolen happiness of having lost and then regained each other intertwined into Liu Qingxi's feelings of not wanting to let go and being unable to contain her joy.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Yang Yichen watched silently, while Master Zhu felt happy for them.
After a long time, Liu Qingxi came back to her senses.
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