The original host, who was only five years old, made a small pouch and wanted to give it to Madam Wang. She happened to witness what Shen Pingxiu did to her mother.
Afterwards, she fell ill. When she recovered, the lively little girl had become timid and afraid.
Song Jingchen didn't pursue the matter. He let go of her hand and said in a gentle voice, "It's just a dream. Don't mind it."
Shen Yijia bit the inside of her cheek. "Since I've already inherited this body, should I help the original host's mother take revenge and kill Shen Pingxiu?" she thought.
Her head hurt.
"Let's not think about it. Things can be settled in the future."
Shen Yijia lay down again, but she was no longer sleepy. She laid there with her eyes open for a long time.
She suddenly turned to Song Jingchen and asked carefully, "If your legs are cured, will you take revenge for Father and the others?"
