Early the next morning, the man who had found the wrong daughter left ten hundred-yuan bills at the Blessing Courtyard and walked away with light steps.
Someone still curiously asked him about the outcome. With no expression on his face, he answered, "The child is already dead... please move aside."
Who would dare stop him after hearing that? Still, someone frowned in confusion. "She's dead... and he still donated a thousand yuan?"
"He's been freed," someone who knew about the man's relationship with his ex-wife said. "He said yesterday that the woman at home was no good. Now that his daughter is dead, he can finally let everything go."
"Ah," someone nearby sighed, "if they'd known this would be the result, it would have been better not to find the child at all. After all that searching, this was what they got... it would've been better to keep hoping she was still alive."
Hearing this, someone else nearby chimed in that human traffickers were truly vicious. Sometimes, to avoid exposing themselves, they would casually kill a child. "They aren't human at all."
Just then, a woman spoke up. "That's not right. Your own child... alive, you must see the person; dead, you must see the body!"
She was the woman who ruled Yishi, and she had rested in the courtyard again yesterday. This time, though, Gazi had waived her fee.
As she spoke, the parents of those children came out one after another. Seeing this, the woman stepped forward and asked, "Need any help?"
A new phenomenon gradually emerged at the Blessing Courtyard: more interaction and mutual assistance among those who came to pray. It was mainly directed toward families who had lost children, as everyone was more willing to lend a helping hand.
It had to be said that,