Liang Nianwei was so excited she wanted to cry, her eyes already red.
Fu Shilv answered the phone and turned on the speaker, hoping to let Liang Nianwei share in the forthcoming joy.
"Mr. Fu—"
There was a lot of noise on the other side, but that was probably to be expected at a funeral.
"Is the farewell ceremony over? When will they bring the person over?"
"Mr. Fu, something... something's gone wrong."
The man holding the phone stood in the midst of the crowd, momentarily at a loss for words.
Flames illuminated half the sky, with thick smoke billowing, a group of people standing helplessly by.
Neighbors who had come to help Hu Yu carried water in buckets, and others dragged over a length of hose, but it was too short.
So this was the proverbial 'a drop in the bucket.'
"Bingbing—"
Hu Yu's cries were heart-wrenching, as she attempted to throw herself into the blaze, luckily someone caught her in time.
"Bingbing's mom, don't despair."
"My child, my son!"