As Wu Xiufan and Alex sat in the quiet of the room, the weight of the world seemed to lift. The tension of the past few weeks had dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.
Wu Xiufan, his mind racing, turned to Alex. "You're a covenantor?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Alex nodded, his expression somber. "Yes," he replied. "I was sent to the distribution center when I was young."
Wu Xiufan's eyes widened. The distribution center was a notorious place, a den of iniquity. He had heard rumors about the horrors that took place there.
"Who sent you there?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Alex hesitated, his mind racing. He had never spoken about his past, the trauma he had endured. But he knew that he had to tell Wu Xiufan the truth.
"My stepmother," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
