The second day, Wen Xinya and Bai Ling went to the police station together to fetch Gu Yihan.
Gu Yihan had been detained for more than a month and looked rather haggard. She had lost quite a bit of weight and her face was darkened—obviously, she had had a hard time.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but feel upset as she hurried over, grabbed her hand, and said, "Teacher Gu, Bai Ling and I are here to fetch you. It's been tough on you."
Gu Yihan's well-kept and brilliant hands were skinny and worn. Holding her hands made Wen Xinya feel sad for some reason.
Such a peerlessly talented woman who was less than forty-years-old with a long and bright future had her life ruined just like this. Her talents had been twisted and tainted, left only with ashen eyes filled with fragility and depression. It was a sad sight.
