Outside the press conference door, the sunlight was dazzlingly bright.
The snow had just stopped, and the accumulated snow lay quietly on the ground, reflecting a blinding whiteness.
Cheng Weiyue was dazzled by such intense white light that it hurt her eyes. She heard the overwhelming sound of shutters clicking behind her and the hoarse murmur of Chu Manxiao saying, "I stole Zhong Qing's life."
Cheng Weiyue heard this, rubbed her eyes, and saw Zhou Jingwei standing in front of her.
He was holding a thick down jacket, silently draped it over her, and then wrapped her in his arms, clothes and all. He sighed in her ear and asked, "Are you cold?"
Cheng Weiyue didn't answer, just reached her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly.
How good it was that everything had finally come to an end.
The police report on Chu Manxiao came out swiftly. It didn't specify her exact crimes, but it did mention her sentence—twenty years' imprisonment.
