Xiaoxiao had never imagined that she would find Yang Qiu barely clinging to life in the cellar. Looking at the cold and dilapidated place where the girl lay quietly, seemingly devoid of any sign of life, Xiaoxiao's heart ached immensely.
"You relentless bastards, give me back my daughter! Give her back! Ah! Ah!"
The mother-in-law immediately burst into tears, her cries piercing the heavens. The usually soft and weak mother-in-law had completely broken down, and the father-in-law, a grown man, also shed tears of pain at the sight of his daughter in such a state.
As for Yang Ming, seeing his sister in this condition, he was stunned into soulless disbelief. Only Xiaoxiao remained calm; she pushed aside the old midwife blocking Yang Qiu and checked for her breathing.
To Xiaoxiao's surprise, there was still breath. Perhaps she had merely fainted from exhaustion, and there might still be hope for her. She immediately shouted to Yang Ming: