The last time Huo Zhao interrogated Gong Lixin, Xing Lie informed her that the evidence of her foster parents' crime was unverifiable.
Gong Lixin looked haggard, closed her eyes for a moment, and let out a bitter laugh, "I was delusional, wishing that when I got out, I could be a clean person."
"We've done everything we could. Mrs. Yan, with her belly nearly eight months along, ran about for you in the bitter cold of winter and through snow-covered ground. We've tried our best. Moreover, you should believe that justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent, and some people are not unaccounted for, it's just not their time yet."
"Officer Xing, you can save those comforting platitudes. I'm tired too. Just ask directly what you want to ask," Gong Lixin had no desire to struggle any longer.
