Huo Li saw Yi Luowa run in and tearfully said, "She's dead, sob... I thought I wouldn't feel sad, but I still can't help it."
Yi Luowa immediately understood who "she" referred to and hugged Huo Li tightly. "Cry as much as you need. You've been forcing a smile these past few days, and even I felt awful for you. But why? How could she suddenly be gone?"
"The police just called—it was suicide."
Yi Luowa pressed her lips together. "Huo Li, what are we going to do? Are you going to handle it? If you want to, I'll ask Second Uncle to call his connections over there and have them help take care of her funeral arrangements."
"No matter what, she's still Huo Li's mother, and her funeral must be handled properly." Yi Weiyang walked in, leaning on his cane. "Huo Li, I'll take care of everything over there. No matter how heartbroken you are, you need to take care of your health."
