"What's that sound, let's just go." At this moment, Xiaoxiao only wanted to leave and did not ponder Yang Ming's words.
Yang Ming did not hurry the carriage but repeated himself, "Wife, I really did hear a sound."
"Did you?" This time Xiaoxiao perked up her ears and listened carefully.
The more she listened, the wider her eyes grew, "Husband, I think I hear a baby crying."
"Right, let's get off." Yang Ming promptly jumped down from the carriage.
The two of them returned to the spot they had just passed, and this time they heard clearly—it was indeed the cry of a child, coming from the arms of that person.
Yang Ming quickly turned the person over and discovered that the dead individual was clutching a swaddled infant in their arms.
The infant's eyes were closed, emitting a faint cry, "Wah! Wah!"
Yang Ming lifted the child out, "Wife, what should we do?"
