But no matter what, he couldn't move his mouth, and his eyes would not open at all. It was as if a curse had been cast upon him, and he could only lie there, helplessly listening to his father threatening him over and over again. At this moment, he suddenly realized that living within the cemetery had really not been particularly good, for if he were in real life, at least he could protect his wife. But now, lying here asleep in the cemetery, unable to open his eyes or speak, he could not ensure what his father might do to his wife. He was well aware of how experienced his father was with tormenting others, and he also knew his father's unyielding nature—once he said something, he would definitely do it.
If his wife really suffered his father's attacks and punishment due to his coma, then he would never find peace within himself.
