At that time, the sky was slightly bright, and the night was about to end.

The sound of the building collapsing woke up the residents of the neighborhood, especially the several self-built buildings near the Rose Hotel.

Soon the lights came on, but none of that had anything to do with me, there was only one thing I cared about - Afu.

How is she?

Will it be buried under the rubble?

I rushed to the ruins in a hurry, trying to find some clues.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

At first, I didn't want to pay attention to it, but it kept ringing, accompanied by a buzzing vibration.

Who is it?

I impatiently took my phone out of my pocket, and

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