I woke up to find myself as the villain's older sister.

Chapter 275 must be very painful.

Yun Qingyi didn't speak, but her eyes glanced at the remnant soul of the dead at the old woman's feet. The remnant soul was very weak and thin, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

"What kind of answer do you want?" After a moment of silence, Yun Qingyi finally spoke, looking at the old woman with a hint of pity hidden deep in her still indifferent gaze.

"I..." The old woman opened her mouth, loosened her grip on Yun Qingyi's shoulder, and didn't know how to organize her thoughts for a moment, so she paused for a while before blurting out everything she had been wanting to say and everything she wanted to know.

"I want him to regret it!"

"I...I want to go to my son's place..."

"It really hurts when I get hit..."

Why are you bullying me like this?

"He was smiling very happily that day and said he was very lucky to marry me."

"I miss my son so much... Why does Erfu never come back to see me..."

"..."

Yun Qingyi frowned. Although her words were jumbled and unclear, she still managed to glean some key information from the old woman.

Although they spoke loudly afterward, it was hard to understand them; it was probably their local dialect.

After the old woman finished her rambling, Yun Qingyi extracted the key information from what had just happened and asked, "Grandma, who hit you?"

"It's my old man." The old woman's hand was still gripping Yun Qingyi's shoulder, but it was limp and powerless.

“At home, he has the final say. If I do anything that doesn’t meet his expectations, he’ll beat me.”

"But he wasn't like this before..."

"We were childhood sweethearts, we've known each other since we were little, and we've always been inseparable. I live in a neighboring village, and his father, who is also my father-in-law, is my father's brother. He often comes to visit us."

Back then, my father and his father saw that we got along well, so they arranged a marriage between us when we were little.

"For more than ten years, he has been very good to me and always said that when I grow up, he will marry me in a grand and glorious way."

"Later, I did marry him. My mother was very beautiful, and he liked her very much. He always kept me by his side, and I had a few good years."

"I thought I would be happy like this for the rest of my life, but... ever since I started to get old and lose my looks, he seems to have become a different person. At first, he was just short-tempered."

"Then they gradually started to attack me..."

At this point, the old woman's empty eyes were filled with sorrow. "Tell me, young lady... why is this happening..."

Yun Qingyi pursed her lips, not answering. "So, you left home?"

The old woman's wrinkled face froze for a moment, then she gave a bitter laugh and shook her head. "Me? I was kicked out. I'm too old to work, and my body isn't strong enough. He disliked that I was taking up food rations, so he threw me out."

“He forbade me from going back. It was very cold at night, and I hid behind the house, trying to warm myself up against the wall, but he found me and kicked me out of the village.”

“At the time, I thought I had nowhere to go, so I thought I would go to my son. He was the most well-behaved when he was a child, and I thought he would take me in.”

Yun Qingyi: "So that's why you're so obsessed with finding your son, is that right?"

The old woman nodded bitterly, "I'm just an old woman, I really have nowhere to go."

More and more snowflakes fell, a cold wind gradually picked up, and the weather grew colder and colder.

The two were quiet for a while. Yun Qingyi felt the weight of the old woman's hand on her arm. To be honest, the weight was negligible. Her hand was thin and small, wrinkled, with a thin layer of skin covering the bones.

"Isn't it painful?"

"Hmm?" The old woman looked into Yun Qingyi's eyes, thinking she was talking about being beaten. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the young girl in front of her open her mouth again.

Yun Qingyi: "It must have been very painful, dying so many times."

“Every time I leave, I do my best, carefully navigating up and down the mountain, stumbling and falling, going through cycles of despair and hope again and again.”

The old woman stared blankly into Yun Qingyi's eyes. There was clearly nothing in those indifferent eyes, but the old woman's nose still stung, as if the bitterness in her heart had exploded in an instant.

She broke down in tears, as if trying to release all her emotions. Although she had little strength left, her hands were still gripping Yun Qingyi's shoulders.