"Don't cry, child. Uncle will take you home. You've been wronged." Shi Linhu's voice trembled as he spoke. A man who had emerged from the great desolate area, burly and rugged, his eyes were red now, his voice slightly choked up.
"Let's go, we're heading home!" Shi Feijiao stepped forward, ready to pick up Shi Hao, his eyes widened with immense heartache upon seeing all the blood on his chest.
"Child, you will get better. Once we're back in Stone Village, we will never leave again. We'll live a peaceful life forever, away from the world!" Clan Leader Shi Yunfeng said tremulously, his rough hands stroking Shi Hao's head and face.
Shi Hao nodded vigorously. The simple words and actions made him feel a warm flow in his heart, his nose tingling, and his eyes welling with heat.
The villagers had no such complexities of thoughts. They rushed over, their faces etched with sincere words of heartache and sorrow, reflecting their genuine emotions.
