Not far away, a group of Peng Family women seemed like vines that had lost their support, their shoulders slightly drooping, faces full of confusion and pain.
Aunt Xue, who had always been at odds with Xu Jing, even collapsed onto the ground, looking as if she couldn't accept the harsh reality.
Chunxiang wrinkled her nose unconsciously and said, "Miss, you're too kind-hearted. Not long ago, those people were still unreasonable, falsely accusing us of being murderers..."
Xu Jing withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and said indifferently, "They are just pitiable people."
Without the ability or courage to live independently, they can only cling to others like vines.
They even constantly brainwash themselves, accepting this inconceivable way of living with a heart of joy and even gratitude.
Xu Jing truly felt sorry for them, but she knew there was nothing more she could do for them.
After all, in this world, she was too busy to take care of herself.
