For ten years, my soul lingered by my daughter’s side, only to watch her plummet into an abyss. The son-in-law I hand-picked—for the sake of a vicious woman claiming to be a transmigrator—actually intended to cut open my daughter’s pregnant belly for her blood. I tore the Divine Book to shreds, crawled back from the depths of hell, and was reborn as that wicked man’s mother.
