"If you all think like that, I can't say much, I'm at a loss for words!" The woman in the white dress showed a fragile, tearful, yet restraining demeanor, her eyes aiming at the men in the crowd, seeking sympathy from others' gazes. She deliberately brushed the hair by her ear, trying to make herself look more vulnerable, even though she was over forty, she still possessed a certain serene charm.
However, this action of hers displeased some straightforward older women who retorted sharply, "What do you mean you're at a loss for words? Who do you think you are? It's your daughter who was hit, and she hasn't said a word, yet here you are admitting guilt on her behalf, what, are you her stepmother? I just don't understand your thinking!"
