What is even more heartbreaking, from the remnants of clothing and posture, is that this was a mother still holding her child tightly during her final moments.
Although the face has been burned beyond recognition by the high temperatures, that protective embrace retained its most primal love and guardianship even as death approached.
Witnessing this scene, Jiang An's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately recalled Mr. Chen's description of that family of four.
Now, this shattered family has finally "reunited"—the husband fell in the living room, the elder daughter in the master bedroom.
And now, the mother and young daughter were crouched beneath this precarious bed.
His Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and a sense of indescribable repression spread throughout his chest cavity.
"From the scene, it seems the mother hid here to protect her child.
