A group of displaced people felt deeply conflicted.
On one hand, they didn't want fratricide, yet on the other, they didn't want to become homeless again, losing their current life.
After much internal conflict, they had no choice but to follow Lan Zhengqing's orders, surrounding the displaced person who had made a mistake.
"Brother, I'm sorry, it's not our fault. You can only blame yourself for being too cowardly."
"No, it's not your fault either. If it were me... I would probably go insane out of fear just like you."
"We can only say that fate wasn't kind to you, alas..."
"Brother, please forgive us. We're also forced to do this."
"Farewell, we'll meet again in Hell."
"In the next life, don't be a displaced person again. This is our fate, and we must accept it."
The group surrounded the person, lowering their voices, murmuring endlessly.
Many had tears in their eyes.
They pressed their lips tightly together, their expressions filled with deep conflict and anguish.
