Inside the temple, the fire was still burning quietly, emitting crisp crackling sounds as the flames cast swaying shadows against the walls.
Although Song Zhishan was an ordinary person and had sustained no physical injuries, days of relentless and harrowing flight had left her utterly exhausted.
She lay down on the cold, hard wooden planks. Everything around her gradually blurred, leaving only the leaping flames before her and the rhythmic snapping sound in her ears.
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