A group of people supported each other as they walked dozens of meters away from the ruined temple, and only when they saw the officials did not come to pursue them and make trouble did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The surrounding disaster victims were cursing, "A bunch of scoundrels, they only know how to bully us. They drove us out in the middle of the afternoon, where are we supposed to settle down?"
It had been hard enough to find peace for a few days, and they were evicted again, and it left them feeling very uncomfortable.
After the cursing, the disaster victims became lost, looking at the flat horizons of the suburbs, unsure where they could go in this vast world.
