After Su Xiaoyue left and could no longer see Bai Feng, she leaned back against the car seat somewhat disheartenedly and silently watched the road ahead, as if the words Bai Feng had just spoken to her were echoing in her ears—she hadn't visited her mother's grave to offer incense for a long time.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go; she was afraid to go.
The graves of three family members had been moved, and Bai Zhenhong still didn't know where they were. He probably couldn't bother to find the three graves now. His primary concern was how to stop her from becoming powerful, how to hinder her progress, and how to destroy everything she had hardly gained. Why would he care about dealing with three dead people?
