She hated the fetid smell of death, how it was so sickening.
So she sat up, climbed out of bed, put on her shoes and walked out.
Chen Jianjun was also worried about his sister-in-law's safety and immediately noticed when his little daughter left the room.
Thinking she was restless sleeping alone, he quickly went over to pick her up and comfort her in his arms, "Don't be afraid, Guibao. Dad is here."
"I'm not scared, I want to go in." Helian Qiao pointed at the entrance to the main room, her voice bearing a trace of drowsiness from just waking up.
At her words, Chen Jianjun hesitated, not immediately saying no but instead clarified, "Guibao, why do you want to go in?"
"Because uncle's wife and her child are going to die!" Helian Qiao blinked, her tone so innocent it bordered on obliviousness.
Humans, devoid of spiritual power and short-lived, are as insignificant as ants to the Dragon Clan, their lives and deaths inconsequential.
