He Shu wore a look of utter shame, yet a glimmer of cunning flashed in the depths of her eyes—a detail not lost on Baili Moqing.
"North City has suffered such a calamity. Though I am but a humble woman, I am keenly aware of the hardships you all face," she began. "I lost my husband early and have raised my frail, sickly child alone; our life has been a struggle, barely making ends meet. If not for the grace of a benefactor, my child and I might have spent our days going hungry, or perhaps we would not have survived at all."
Perhaps because her story resonated with their own struggles, many of the more emotional townsfolk were moved to tears.
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