Upon hearing this, the woman’s sobbing grew even more sorrowful. It was not the messy, unsightly kind of crying, but a soft, delicate, and pitiful weeping that remained strangely stoic and restrained.
Jin Bao'er couldn't help but frown.
Although she didn't know what had happened, crying wouldn't solve anything, and the woman only told half the story, which was incredibly annoying to listen to. At this moment, Jin Bao'er did not yet know the term "white lotus."
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