Xiao Yanyan and I sat quietly across from the old woman, listening intently as she recounted those unbearable, heartbreaking past events. A wave of profound sympathy surged within our chests.
Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary old woman had endured such a tortuous, star-crossed life, and that fate had been so cruelly indifferent to her?
Before we could recover from this overwhelming sorrow, the old woman continued her story, her voice laden with deep agony and helplessness.
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