"How could this happen..."
Shen Tang stopped in front of the woman.
The woman stared in fear and astonishment at the Black-faced Gentleman Shen Tang was leading.
She was terrified the ferocious wild boar would charge over and trample her to death. But she didn't dare tell them to leave, so she could only huddle there, trembling all over.
The woman closed her eyes in near despair, but no matter how frightened she was, she didn't loosen her hold on her son. The sight was enough to move anyone who saw it. Of course, only Qi Shan and Zhai Le were moved.
The other people had long since turned to stone. They'd seen it all before.
They either stared blankly with numb eyes or curled their lips in schadenfreude, waiting for a good show to ease their stress.
"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt anyone."
"May I take a look at your child?"
At Shen Tang's words, the woman hesitantly looked up at the young lady before her. The girl's features had yet to fully mature, but it was easy to imagine that in a few years, she would embody the very word "gorgeous." She and her companions stood out like a sore thumb in this place.
After a moment's hesitation, the woman slowly loosened her embrace.
Shen Tang crouched and placed her fingers against the child's wrist to feel for a pulse. But the moment her fingertips touched that skin, before she could even make out what kind of pulse it was, her heart gave a jolt—the skin beneath her fingers was cold and stiff, and there was no pulse at all.
She looked again at the child, curled up quietly in his mother's arms as though he were napping. Shen Tang's pupils trembled. Under the woman's hopeful gaze,