Mu Ziya opened her eyes. Initially, she had been indifferent to Luo Mingzhu's story but now, there was a faint disgust in her eyes.
"You could not let it rest in peace?"
Luo Mingzhu's entire body was paralyzed. She breathed heavily, her face filled with fear. Ming Zhu's words struck the deepest fear in her heart. This matter was only known to her and even her closest friends do not know.
She burst into loud sobs, she tried her best to muffle it considering the people outside but she could not.
Mu Ziya could not pity her, the last image she had seen was still clear in her head.
Luo Mingzhu was holding something, it was a small glass jar containing the body of a baby. It seemed to be at least three months old, and one could already see its vague human shape and an umbilical cord wrapped around it.
There was also an incense table next to the jar, with several burnt incense sticks on the table.
