"I know," she sighed, "but hearing such cries of agony every day will wear down everyone's will. You, being strong-willed, might not think much of it, but look at them—the elderly, the weak, the women, and the children. Their homes are gone; they've experienced such disaster, their mental defenses are already fragile. Although the whips haven't landed on their bodies, the cries they hear are as if the whips are falling on them."
At that moment, Erya, holding Yue Ya in her arms, started to cry. Children are most sensitive to danger, and the disaster relief area, with its mournful atmosphere, made even the sky seem gloomy.
"See, even the child is frightened to tears."
Jin Zijin tugged at the corner of his mouth and spoke softly, "Are you about to cry too?"
Her kindness was genuine, emanating from deep within her. Her outward calmness couldn't mask this, and it revealed her true self.
Gu Youyou glanced at him and said, "I can't talk now; I have work to do."
