It was better to believe it than not. If such a rumor spread, it would be difficult for the seven sisters to get married, and the villagers would condemn them.
"Big sister, I'm not a jinx. I did not kill mommy," Little sister Su looked at Su Wen pitifully, and her tears rolled down like beads. The more she cried, the sadder she felt. In the end, she wiped her tears and cried, "big sister, I ...didn't intend to kill mom. I miss mom too. I'm a jinx, an unlucky fellow. Boohoo... Just sell me! At least you can get some money, and I won't be able to harm you anymore."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Su Wen's expression was tense, and she scolded her little sister, "what jinx? Unlucky fellow? There's no such thing."
