Chapter 1098: Things that Damage One’s Moral Character

"Huanhuan, don't worry, I'll be back soon. Remember, you stay here, don't move, wait for me to come back."

He hung up the phone, took out his coat from the chair, put it on and prepared to go back.

When he arrived at home, he saw Yan Huan sitting on the ground, and there was a broken glass cup on the ground. On the broken pieces on the ground was her bloody feet.

He stepped forward and squatted in front of Yan Huan.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay."

Lu Yi hugged Yan Huan and wanted to comfort her, but Yan Huan was still sitting there blankly. She couldn't hear anything or see anything. She couldn't even feel pain.

Lu Yi brought the medicine box and helped her treat the wound. Her foot was injured and scratched by glass fragments.

Yan Huan held his hand, she didn't speak, she couldn't speak either.

"I know, I know," Lu Yi held her face, "Don't worry, I'll take you there, it'll be quick, ah."

Lu Yi took Yan Huan to the largest cemetery in Hai City, and inside, Lei Qingyi could be seen at a glance, and there were several cemetery workers in uniform.

Lu Yi held Yan Huan's hand, and Yan Huan's eyes were still open, and her head was swollen.

She moved forward step by step, but suddenly, she stopped again. What should she do? She didn't dare.

Lu Yi held her hand,

"No matter how afraid you are to move forward, you still have to move forward in the end."

"No matter whether you can face it or dare to face it, you still have to face it in the end."

Yan Huan laughed bitterly, she let go of Lu Yi's hand, and then stepped forward step by step. Yi Ling had been standing there stupidly, and she didn't know how long she had been standing there. It seemed that even her hair was stained with a trace of dust, which was the remnant of time.

Lei Qingyi winked at Lu Yi, and Lu Yi walked over.

Lei Qingyi said to Lu Yi carefully, "Early in the morning, the person in charge of the cemetery found my family's phone number. Because Yan Huan's mobile number had been changed, there was only my Lingling's mobile number on it. That's why we know that Yan Huan's mother's grave was dug up yesterday, the urn was smashed, and the ashes were scattered all over the floor. Who do you think did this? How much hatred did they have to be so cruel that they could crush the bones and scatter the ashes?"

In China, everyone is full of awe for the dead. Most people would not think of killing the dead, but who on earth would do such a thing that would damage one's virtue.

This is simply crushing the bones and scattering the ashes, making the dead restless and the living suffer.

Yan Huan walked forward. At this time, she had no idea what had happened.

Her mother's grave was dug up. Her mother had always been here. She stayed here very quietly and never disturbed her.

But why this time?

There were some broken blue-gray boards on the ground, and the urn was smashed everywhere, and the ashes inside were also scattered all over the floor.

This is her mother, this is her mother, who threw her mother away, who bullied her mother, who destroyed her mother who had suffered all her life.

Huanhuan, Yiling's eyes were red with tears, what should she do, what should she do, she didn't dare to go forward, there were bones of Yan's mother everywhere, she was afraid that if she stepped on it, she would step on Yan's mother.

"Mom... Mom..."

Yan Huan's pale red lips trembled from time to time, and only these few words were repeated.

She was calling her mother, the mother who treated her best, loved her the most, and gave her everything.

"Mom, Mom..."

She suddenly rushed forward, regardless of the fragments of the urn. This bone box was bought by her and Yiling with all their money. It was the cheapest urn at the time and the ugliest, but they had no money at that time, they were poor, and they had been hungry for several days just to buy this urn.

She and Yiling washed dishes for others and handed out flyers on the street. At that time, Yan Huan was desperately trying to take on roles that no one else was acting in. She jumped into the lake in the winter and stepped on the high and low. What had she not done and what had she not suffered?

They even sold blood in the end, but in the end they could only buy such a cheap urn.

But this urn, no matter how bad it was, finally took away Yan's mother's life and put Fang's mother's body in it, and it was buried in such a quiet cemetery.

Even if they had money in the end, even if Yan Huan made 5 billion for Linlang with one play, even if Yan Huan took on an endorsement, they could buy a whole piece of cemetery, but in the end she still didn't think about moving Yan's mother to another place, let alone changing her urn, because Yan's mother was already dead, Yan Huan just wanted her mother to stay here quietly.

This is the most unmovable place in her heart.

This is her mother's resting place.

"Mom, Mom..." Yan Huan kept calling her mom and put the ashes on the ground into the broken urn. However, her hands were cut by the fragments of the urn.

"Huan Huan, don't do this."

Yi Ling ran over and hugged Yan Huan, fearing that she would hurt herself.

"Huan Huan, don't do this. Mom doesn't want to see you like this." Yan Huan cried, and she cried too.

Yan Huan's hands were still in the air, and she was still holding her mother Yan's ashes.

Lu Yi had brought a new urn. He and Lei Qingyi, the two sons-in-law, put Yan's mother's ashes into the new urn bit by bit. A little bit counted, but too much was blown away by the wind. In the end, less than half of the urn was filled. Yan Huan's fingers were covered with blood, but she was ignorant and insensitive, holding her mother's urn tightly.

Not long after, Ye Shuyun and Lei's mother also came. When they saw the situation in the cemetery, they were angry and sad. Who did this? How could they do such a thing that hurt others' virtue?

What did a dead person hinder them from doing? What did he offend them for?

Why did he have to take revenge on the living? Why did he grind a dead person's bones and scatter his ashes? Why did he cut a daughter's body so hard?

Yan Huan has always been holding her mother's urn, and she carries it wherever she goes, because it is not someone else, it is her mother, her only mother, the mother she feels most guilty about in her two lives.

She is also the mother she did not take good care of in her two lives.

He Yibin treated the injuries on Yan Huan's hands. Her hands are now horrible, almost all of them are cut, but Yan Huan herself is still ignorant and indifferent, as if these hands are not her own, but someone else, an irrelevant person, because she does not feel pain.