"Junhan, there might be something wrong with my mother's death. She might have been killed by someone! As her daughter, I actually didn't know anything and let my mother suffer so much alone. Junhan, the ground is so wet and cold. My mother has been lying in the coffin for so long, is she very cold?" Shen Yaowei said as tears flowed down her eyes.
She couldn't believe what kind of torture her mother had suffered when she was alive.
Every time she thought of her, she would feel strong self-reproach and guilt.
"There's still time for everything, and none of this is your fault. Listen to me, I promise to seek justice for you. But for now, you should rest," Huo Junhan embraced Shen Yaowei and placed his other hand on her lower abdomen, channeling his spiritual energy into her body continuously."
As soon as he saw her, he sensed that the spirit energy consumed in her body had yet to recover. It was time for her to rest.
