"What's going on?" The village chief held up an oil lamp in one hand, while his other hand was still in the sleeve of his shirt.
This sounded like Gouwa, and he became understandably flustered.
"Dear! What's happened to you?" Mrs. Tian heard Gouwa's mournful cries and her heart tightened.
She rushed forward to grab the writhing Gouwa, her hand touched Gouwa's crotch area, feeling sticky, not knowing what it was, but it smelled like blood.
"Mrs. Tian! What's going on?" The village chief also came to Gouwa's side, holding up the oil lamp to shine forward, and was immediately alarmed.
He saw that Gouwa's crotch area seemed to be wet with something. The village chief thought Gouwa was scared by something, or had been beaten, and had wet his pants out of fear.
However, soon he realized something was wrong, it seemed to have the smell of blood!
"Gouwa! What's wrong?" The village chief's wife hurried out as well. She only had this one son and naturally doted on him.
