Shu Wei only shook her head, her expression complicated.
If this had happened to her, it would've been a twisted kind of punishment; happening to Yu Yue, it just ended so muddily and inexplicably.
"Cold-hearted man."
...
The corpses were carried aside by the crew; for the scattered limbs, they tried to piece them back together as much as possible, but for those piles of mangled flesh, even the train could do nothing.
A few young people finally found the pile that belonged to them beside the mass of bodies.
Their wailing sounded like evil spirits.
Jiao Ting sat by a heap of junk, holding a wooden frame in his hands, staring dry-eyed at the wailing youths.
"Found them?"
Hearing Su Huan's voice, Jiao Ting forced out a dry smile. "I'm not like them. I don't have family, so when it all collapses, it collapses. My heart doesn't hurt."
Su Huan knew he was talking about those young people.
