"I shouldn't ask for anything more, but for my daughter, I can only shamelessly make another request to you, sir..."
"My husband was crushed to death by rubble in the explosion, and Yao'er witnessed it with her own eyes. Ever since, she has been in a daze, unable to speak..."
"I took her to see a doctor, who said she'd been severely traumatized, leading to a scatter of consciousness, and diagnosed with soul loss..."
"All the compensation from the court was spent on Yao'er's medical treatment, but there hasn't been any improvement. With the pillar of our family gone, we're in dire straits. I am truly at my wits' end, and I beg for your understanding, sir..."
Chen Mo glanced over at the little girl beside her.
She looked about six or seven years old, frail in build, with vacant eyes, motionless like a puppet.
