"However, let me warn you first, prepare yourself mentally, the scene looks quite brutal."
"Of course, this is only a conjecture at the moment, and we cannot rule out the possibility that your husband is still alive."
The woman clasped her hands tightly, her expression tense, her gaze fixed on Xiaolan's phone.
Like a caring friend, Xiaolan stepped forward, gently patting her shoulder and softly comforting her: "It's okay, muster up your courage, whether it is or isn't, you must face it bravely."
The woman took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and finally found the courage to look at the phone.
Two minutes later, as if a dam had burst, tears welled up and burst forth, she choked up and said: "I recognize these clothes; I bought them for him at the market last year."
"I never thought he would die so tragically, he left on the 11th, and in just over half a month, we are separated by life and death."
For a moment, Mr. Qin and Xiaolan seemed frozen.
