The mother had completely lost her mind; she didn't even know what she was saying, and no one could understand what she was saying.
Mamba checked on Gila and said she was fine.
The tribesmen were about to go to the village chief to inform Rooney, but Gila stopped them. "Let him be busy. My older brother has something he needs help with. Why call him back? There's nothing wrong with him, so why call him back?"
Everyone glanced at Rama, who was huddled in the corner hugging the Buddha statue.
The younger generation looked at her with a hint of doubt, while the older generation looked at her with eyes full of regret.
Who is Lama? In her youth, she was a famous beauty on the grasslands, and countless men wanted to have her.
But Rama looked down on everyone, and in the end, she was deceived by a Han Chinese man. He not only deceived her body but also her heart, deceiving her for a lifetime.
"Lama, Jila is your girl, your snow lotus."
Jira was beautiful, but compared to Rama in his youth, she was nothing special.
The older generation in the tribe all say that no woman on the grasslands today is as beautiful as young Lama.
Don't let her current state as an old madwoman, delirious and rambling fool you; when she was young, her eyes were like a pool of stars.
Her waist was slender and supple, and she was incredibly charming when she danced. When she smiled, her lips were red and her teeth were white, as if she were a fairy who had descended to earth with the blessing of the gods.
Mother Shen seemed to know she had done something wrong, and she gripped the Buddha statue even tighter, almost trembling.
"Lama, why are you always holding this thing? Do you know that Sehun has followed your example and had a child with a Han Chinese? The child has been born, and you're going to be a grandmother!"
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