It wasn't just one child, at least twenty or thirty children were crying in both high and low tones.
The sound of mourning, when mixed together in the dimming daylight of twilight, was both heart-wrenching and somewhat chilling.
What had happened?
Su Luo pondered whether, at some point, she had done something unconscionable.
But after careful thought, she felt that wasn't the case.
She quickened her pace toward the rotting gate, the cries and pleas, mixed with the angry accusations, grew clearer and clearer.
"Give me back my child!"
"Give me back my father!"
"Give us back the bones of my husband, so that at least he can be buried in peace and rest in the earth!"
...
At first, these people were pleading, not daring to cause too much of a fuss.
Then, someone in the crowd let out a roar.
"King Huan, come out and give us an explanation!"
This sentence, like the fuse of a bomb, immediately ignited the atmosphere.
