She had sensed someone approaching long ago. She simply hadn't sensed any hostility or danger, and wanted to see what his purpose was, so she pretended not to know.
"You understand this?" Su Qiao was genuinely a little surprised.
Widow Li, dressed in a rose-red long dress, flirtatiously ran a hand through her long, curly hair. With a hint of self-mockery in her smile, she said, "Heh, I used to be a teacher, you know. Do you believe me?"
"Forget it. Let's not talk about the past."
At that moment, there was no longer any trace of coquettishness or worldliness about Widow Li. Instead, she seemed to carry a hint of bitterness and weariness.
She looked seriously at Su Qiao. "If you can leave, then leave as soon as possible. Take him with you. Anyone can tell at a glance that the boy's family is well-off. Maybe he can give you a good life in the future."
She had seen through everything happening in this village long ago. She simply had no choice and could only resign herself to fate.
Su Qiao raised an eyebrow.
Was she really this kindhearted?
The people in the village, especially the women, had a terrible opinion of her. But Su Qiao had never been someone who blindly followed the crowd.
Still, she had no favorable impression of anyone in this village.
That included the women who had once been trafficked here, gradually assimilated by the villagers, and in turn bent themselves into oppressors.
Widow Li smiled. "What? Do you think I'm too realistic?"
Su Qiao shook her head. "No. I just think you're strange."
"Why don't you leave?"
She could tell that this woman was actually very unhappy in the village and desperately wanted to leave.
Widow Li smiled helplessly. "Heh, leave?"
How could