The woman's death, although it instilled a sliver of fear in the refugees, ultimately did not cause much of a stir.
To them, death was an all too commonplace matter, confronting them daily including the demise of their own relatives.
The sight of the woman's gruesome corpse, sprawled out in the middle of the street, was bloody and cruel.
The official soldiers had completely withdrawn.
Xiao Jinxing released Ye Qichi's lips.
Ye Qichu was eager to go out.
"Ye Qichi," Xiao Jinxing called her, "let's go."
Meaning, they shouldn't stick their necks out any longer; it was time to head for Yuzhou.
"I want to take a look."
"Ye Qichi!" Xiao Jinxing's expression darkened, "She's already dead."
"I know, I want to check on her child."
"She doesn't have a child!" Xiao Jinxing enunciated firmly, "She was just seeking sympathy."
"But I feel like, she has a child!" Ye Qichi asserted resolutely.
Xiao Jinxing glared at her coldly.
The two locked in a standoff for a moment.
