In the mourning hall, a sharp and mournful female voice echoed, "Why isn't it you who died! How dare you come here? You killed my son! You... you murderer! Murderer!"
The one screaming and cursing was Gu Xin's mother. She had completely lost the demeanor of a noble lady; her hair was disheveled, her complexion pale, resembling a madwoman.
Seeing Chen Yaxi at the doorway, she wanted to rush out and strangle her.
But because she had no strength, she could not do it, and could only collapse weakly to the ground.
Her voice grew increasingly feeble, "My son... my son... it's all your fault, all your fault! You killed him... give me back my son..."
Chen Yaxi, in a black dress, although not physically attacked by Gu Mu, was still cut deeply by her words, words that also held power.
Moreover, Chen Yaxi was already filled with extreme self-blame, and upon hearing Gu Mu's words, she felt her body sway, almost unable to stand upright.
