On the ground in the mass grave lay a tattered, heavily patched cotton quilt. Cheng Nuo recognized it; it was the one Xiao Pan'er used frequently, now lying desolately in the chilly wind, its owner's whereabouts unknown.
The little one was still small and running a high fever; on her own, she had no ability to walk far.
Could it be that those government soldiers hadn't just taken the dead, but had even taken away the living who might be infected?
Chapter 30