Standing there, Xiaocui was already crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain.
Hearing the villagers talking about holding hands and chest areas, she felt even more that her reputation was ruined. How could she continue living in this village?
Her eyes turned to Yang Dong, and upon seeing his face filled with rejection, it was obvious he was unwilling.
She grew more anxious, got up, and rushed towards the big tree again, crying out, "I can't live with this shame!"
Seeing this, the villagers hurriedly pulled Xiaocui back, persuading her, "Xiaocui, what are you doing? Even if he won't marry you, there's no need to die."
Then they angrily scolded Yang Dong, "Look at what you've driven the young girl to!"
"Yeah, do you really want to drive this to a deadly conclusion?"
"You're not married yet, who else would you marry? Do you have to cause a death over this?"
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