Inside the house, Widow Zhang's voice continued.
But it was getting weaker and softer, as if it might break at any moment.
Wang Mazi's breathing was heavy, occasionally slapping Widow Zhang hard.
Dahua was only ten years old, but country people sometimes spoke without much discretion, understanding some things she shouldn't, and now she knew some of these things too.
At this moment, her mouth and nose were covered, and she somewhat understood what was happening in the house, struggling violently.
A gentle and urgent voice sounded in her ear: "If you don't want your mother to die, don't move!"
Tears streamed down Dahua's face, soaking the hand covering her face.
The person sighed softly: "Don't move or make noise, I'll take you over there to hide!"
"Otherwise, your mother will die!"
This sentence sapped Dahua's strength to resist, and she allowed the man to guide her back to the woodshed.
