It was a gray-haired old woman holding a child's hand, with another older child carrying a little one on her back.
The old woman's clothes were patched, her face dusty, and the four children were also dressed in patchwork clothes, looking sallow and emaciated.
The appearance of the five people stunned everyone, who curiously looked at the old woman.
The old woman glanced around and fixed her cloudy eyes on Father Wu.
"Little Dog, do you not wake up in the middle of the night with fright?"
The old woman's voice, aged and filled with endless hatred, frightened the crowd.
Father Wu hurried forward to assist the old woman, but she shook him off.
"What? Do you want to trick me away again and find a way to kill me?"
The old woman's words made Father Wu's face change dramatically, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
He had always thought his old mother was dead, never expecting to see her again.
