At this moment,
the little girl holding the bread Su Wen had given her, her face covered in a radiant smile, saw this scene.
It was as though all the strength and spirit had been ripped from her, as if her entire world had collapsed in that instant.
Even the bread she had kept clutched tightly to her chest, treasuring it as dearly as her own life, slipped from between her trembling fingers in her unconscious despair.
It hit the ground with a slap,
landing heavily on the floor covered in dust and rubble.
Yet the little girl seemed utterly unaware even of that change. She only stood there with her mouth open, blankly repeating that unanswerable question:
"Why,
why, why?"
The air around them seemed to freeze.
Sorrow and helplessness wove themselves into an impenetrable net, wrapping tightly around her.
At the same time, those who had fallen silent in terror at the violence seemed finally to have found an outlet for their emotions.
They crowded around, their voices filled with barely concealed grief, indignation, and powerlessness:
"It was Lorenz Riel working with Leis Angton's gunmen. They came again to seize people, looking for test subjects with those so-called 'Blessed Possibilities.'"
"Yes,
that little girl has already suffered enough.
Her parents died early, and all she had left were a younger brother and sister.
Sigh."
"Those people in military uniforms insisted on taking her youngest sister away.
But the little boy tried to stop them, and they beat him to death right there!"
Those words were like sharp blades, cutting again and again into the little girl's already shattered heart. The color drained from her face in an instant, leaving only the pallor of death in her hollow, despairing eyes.
And when she thought of her sister being taken