"Mother, where are you?"

"Father, Mother, where are you?!"

"mother?!"

...

The children, running towards them from a distance, called out to each other, their faces showing anxiety and their voices revealing panic.

Soon after, they arrived at the village entrance and saw that it was crowded with people.

After that, they searched diligently, looking for their respective mothers in the crowd.

Those who found their mothers ran quickly towards them, their faces filled with excitement.

Some who had searched everywhere without success looked heartbroken, and then, as if remembering something, pulled other women aside to ask them questions.

The woman being questioned looked at the child who had asked her with a complicated expression.

Then, with great reluctance, he said.

"Your mother has left."

Upon hearing these words, the children's faces all showed sadness, and some of the younger ones burst into tears.

As for those who were a little older, their faces were also filled with sorrow.

The children who found their mothers all clutched tightly to the hem of their mothers' clothes.

His face showed a hint of fear.

"Mother, don't go, I don't want you to leave me."

"Mom, I'll go wherever you go. I don't want you to leave me behind."

"Mother, if you leave, take me with you."

...

They spoke one by one, their faces showing unease, their voices tinged with tension.

The women who heard these words all turned pale.

A hint of sadness lingered on her face.

Some parents who felt sorry for their children immediately said they wouldn't abandon them after hearing these words.

Some, however, looked on with complicated and sad expressions at the child who kept asking her questions and begging her not to leave, without saying a word or making any promises.

Faced with these situations, the children could only plead desperately, and had no other recourse.

As for the old woman standing to the side, when she saw her grandson running over, she quickly jogged towards him.

"My dear grandson, Grandma wants you. Don't beg this heartless woman. Grandma won't abandon you." Her voice was filled with love for her grandson.

"No, I want my mother. Mother, please don't leave me. I don't want you to leave."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her face was streaked with tears as she spoke incessantly.

"From now on, you should live well with your grandma and stop thinking about your mother. Just pretend she's dead."

After hearing her son's words, the woman, though somewhat reluctant, still spoke with a resolute expression, driven by her yearning for freedom and her urgent desire to leave the village.

His voice carried a hint of indifference.

The child who heard the woman's words cried incessantly, his face filled with extreme sadness.

Even with his grandmother's comforting words by his side, it was all in vain!

Scenes like this are playing out in many places at the village entrance.

When Mo Qian saw these things, she was filled with emotion.

Human trafficking is harmful!

It harmed both the woman and the child!

However, Mo Qian did not interfere with the decisions made by the women.

After all, everyone has their own considerations, and even she can't make decisions for others.

Soon, the women who had decided to leave hardened their hearts, tore off the hands of their own children who were clutching their clothes, and ran away quickly amidst the children's heart-wrenching cries.

Only the children remained, wailing incessantly.

Some, however, looked reluctant and left with their children.

Of course, there are also some older women who are afraid of not being able to adapt to life outside, or who worry about bringing shame to their families, and therefore hesitate to leave.

Not long after, even fewer people remained on the field.

Mo Qian then began to sized up the people standing at the village entrance.

Of the remaining women, most were older.

The children at the village entrance are around ten years old and can take care of themselves.

As for those who are still young, they have their grandmothers looking after them.

The old women tried desperately to stop the women from leaving, but they were unsuccessful.

He was trying to soothe his crying grandson while inwardly cursing the woman who had left.

"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, our family would still be fine." A middle-aged woman, unable to calm her crying grandson, turned her anger towards Mo Qian.

He looked at Mo Qian with a face full of hatred and said this. His voice was filled with deep resentment.

"Now my son is ruined, my daughter-in-law has run away, and my grandson is still so young. How are we supposed to live?" the middle-aged woman said with a face full of bitterness.

There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

As the middle-aged woman began to criticize, the other women who heard the accusations also joined in criticizing Mo Qian.

"It's all your fault! You have to pay me back for my son!"

"How could you be so mean? You've torn our family apart!"

"What are we going to do now?! It's all because of you!"

...

The women rushed forward, hurling insults at Mo Qian. Their faces were contorted with rage, and their voices were filled with fury.

Upon hearing their grandmother's words, the children glared at Mo Qian with fierce eyes and hatred on their faces.

Then, the children began to criticize Mo Qian one by one.

"Give me back my mother! My mother doesn't want me anymore!"

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have left."

"Why did you show up?! My mother is gone! You owe my mother, you have to bring her back!"

...

They all glared angrily at Mo Qian.

Mo Qian did not react at all after hearing these people's accusations.

Mo Qian wasn't without her doubts about these people still being able to stay and cause trouble here.

Then, Mo Qian waved to the crowd as before, and soon everyone fell down.

Those who have done evil in the past are experiencing the suffering of the victims again and again in their dreams!

As for those who did not commit evil, such as the women who were trafficked back to China, they were given a beautiful dream to erase the shadows of their past.

For those children, if they are kind-hearted, they will be safe and sound; if they are malicious, they will surely suffer!

Mo Qian watched quietly for a while, thinking to herself.