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Auntie was already in such despair that her heart felt as dead as ashes, but she still couldn't accept it, even though she knew the reason for such a consequence was because she had dug up the bones of that young girl. As the saying goes, "you reap what you sow," she understood that now, but the retribution was too heavy, too painful.
Five sons, oh, she had gone through the agony of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person five times. Her life's efforts were nearly exhausted, yet in the end, she was told that even those five sons were not really hers. How could she accept this? It must be a dream, a terrible nightmare.
"Mr. Qin..." Auntie closed her eyes, her face crisscrossed with wrinkles and streaked with tears, her voice trembling, "Mr. Qin, I don't understand anything you're saying. I just want to ask you one thing, can my life be exchanged for my son's?"
"No."
"Why not? Look, he exists for real!"
"He only has a body, no soul."
"Then give him my soul!"