Beyond the cold, his voice was eerily calm.
Yet, An Muxin trembled with fear.
Even though she tried her best to appear calm, she couldn't suppress the tremor in her voice, "I... I just said some harsh words to her. I never had the malicious intent to harm her. I just..."
"I told you, she died. You're guilty," Young Master Huo's voice finally wavered. "Find a way to atone, or this won't just blow over easily."
An Muxin's eyes constricted sharply, and tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks, blurring her vision until she could barely see.
After a while, she regained her voice, "Atone? How do you want me to atone? Do you want me to go down and be buried with her?"
An Muxin exploded with anger and injustice in an instant. "Young Master Huo, if there has to be atonement, it shouldn't be me. It was you. You're the one who drove her to her death. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have lived such a miserable life.