For a long time, the woman slowly stopped wailing and rolling, and could only lie on the ground gasping for breath, like a dying fish, occasionally trembling her hands and feet, proving she was still alive.
Yang Zongbao did not move, and waited until the woman incredulously sat up slowly, looked herself up and down, revealing a look of surprise and disbelief. She wasn't dead?
She opened her mouth joyfully to speak but found that her throat hurt so much she couldn't make a sound.
The woman covered her mouth in horror, then shivered while pointing at Yang Zongbao, her eyes filled with both resentment and fear.
Yang Zongbao confirmed that the woman was mute, then he put away the bottle and turned to leave.
The woman wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, wanted to catch up but had no strength.
She struggled to get up from the ground and walked home until the sun set.
She didn't notice that Yang Zongbao kept following her from a distance.
