So no one dared take that kind of risk.
Good intentions had gone unrewarded; instead, they had only brought trouble upon themselves.
They would regret it for the rest of their lives.
"All right."
The woman waved impatiently.
"Everyone, move along."
"Don't block the way."
"I'm in a hurry."
Noticing the child still sitting on the ground ahead, the woman's brows furrowed so deeply they could have crushed a fly.
"Is the ground comfortable?"
"Why aren't you getting up?"
"You're blocking the way."
Her tone was hostile.
She glanced at the onlookers with a hint of mockery.
"You all had such nice things to say just now."
"What?"
"Can't you see the child is still sitting on the ground?"
"Why don't you hurry up and help her up?"
The woman's sarcastic remarks made the onlookers' expressions darken.
But rather than being goaded into helping the child sitting on the ground...
The woman's attitude and words only made them even less willing to get involved.
Otherwise, they'd have to deal with her...
Just thinking about it sounded like a hassle.
"Little one."
Unable to bear seeing the child sitting on the ground alone and helpless, a passerby crouched down and called to her from a short distance away.
"Who did you come out with?"
"Your dad or your mom?"
"Did you get separated from them?"
"Why don't you get up off the ground first?"
Another passerby interjected.
"Can you get up by yourself?"
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No..."
The child's face was pale.
Her lips trembled slightly.
Her voice came out faint and indistinct.
"What?"
Although the passersby couldn't make out what the child had said,
Her appearance only made them feel more sympathy for her.
They couldn't help looking around at the people nearby.