For some reason, He Qiong thought of Li Chunmei complaining about how much a young girl ate.,The city walls lay broken, dilapidated and withered. Everywhere you looked, collapsed houses stood as silent witnesses to ruin. And the earth was covered in a carpet of shattered brick, a mosaic of broken pieces like autumn leaves, decaying silently.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.。