Niu Village entrance.
Close to a hundred villagers gathered on the riverbank. Suppressed sobs could faintly be heard.
Amidst the crowd, a child with a face tinged blue and purple lay there, his abdomen slightly swollen. With each compression, water was forced out of his throat.
But there was still no sign of breathing—clearly, the child was on the brink of death due to drowning.
His desperate parents kept slapping his back, trying to wake him up. Sadly, it was futile; the remaining warmth in his body began to fade.
The older elders wore grim expressions, while the child's elder brother hung his head low.
"You're old enough, yet you still fool around with Heiwa all day. You don't attend the private school, and all you do is mess around near mountains and rivers…"
The river wasn't deep, but Heiwa had carelessly gotten entangled in water plants. In the blink of an eye, he went motionless.
