"You old bastard, are you trying to leave us alone? What will we do if you really go away?"
The others in the village who heard this felt their throats tighten, as if someone was strangling them.
Old Mrs. Song was practically sprawled on the ground. Rather than weeping first, she should have gotten the man into the house. Even if she couldn't carry him, she shouldn't have left him lying out in the cold. Even if Old Mr. Song didn't die now, he might have been cried to death by Old Mrs. Song.
Everyone knows what happened with Old Mrs. Song without being told. She had clearly drunk too much and then straight away passed out from the heavy drinking on her way to the outhouse in the chilly winter night, leading to freezing all night. It would be a miracle if she didn't die as well.
Old Mrs. Song continued to sob, slapping her thigh. Meanwhile, Yuxin fetched water, acting as if she had nothing to do with the situation—which she truly didn't.
