Gu Shi Yi nodded,
"Alright!"
Anyway, she was indifferent either way!
The next day, when they packed up their things and started off, they heard someone outside the tent crying. The sound was low and muffled, sobbing intermittently, yet extremely plaintive. Hearing it, Pu Yanlan immediately walked outside and saw a group not far away gathered around something. Pu Yanlan walked over, and without doing anything, the people blocking her path unconsciously moved aside to reveal the person in the center: a woman holding a five or six-year-old girl, crying softly. The girl's clothing was thin, her head wrapped in a kerchief, and the exposed parts of her face were already blue and purple!
The woman was holding her, crying softly, beside her was a slightly smaller boy staring with wide, bewildered eyes, as if not understanding what had happened!
Pu Yanlan glanced over and saw that the little girl wasn't dead yet, but her breath was very weak. She said to the woman,
