"Shall we do it?" Dylan Li beside him shuddered and reached out to grab a weapon, "Which one should we hit first?"
... Blake Lin rubbed his forehead: "Stay still, stay here."
The window was almost completely broken, with glass scattered everywhere.
He glanced at the kids nearby who were playing war games with branches, pushed the broken glass aside, reached out to tear off two pieces of newspaper pasted on the window, squatted down and wrapped them together.
"Not really?" Dylan Li asked.
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