Mo Qingze listened and found the reason compelling, so he didn't insist further. With Mo Yan by his side, both heavy-hearted, they followed the rest down the mountain.
By the time they descended the mountain and reached the Wu family, the sky was completely dark. The other groups of villagers had also gradually returned, all empty-handed, without finding any useful clues.
"Wuuu, my child, my child—"
"Had I known it would come to this, Mother should never have hit you, should never have hit you, wuuu…"
"Baobao, the apple of Mother's eye, without you, how am I to live on!"
...
The women who had lost their children broke down in tears, their voices saturated with sheer despair. Their husbands, fathers-in-law, and mothers-in-law also wept bitterly. Even if their homes had more than one child, the one they lost was still flesh from their flesh!