Police Station.
Liang Mengxian, handcuffed, was escorted by the police into the interrogation room.
As soon as she entered, she saw Xu Qiaoqiao standing with her back to her. Hearing the noise, she slowly turned her head around.
The moment Liang Mengxian saw her, she immediately tensed up and tightly clenched her fists.
The woman in front of her was radiant and youthful, with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
She, on the other hand... wore the grey-white uniform of the prison and had her hair haphazardly pinned up. She looked as if she had aged a decade or more.
They were around the same age, and she had been more obedient and sensible than Xu Qiaoqiao in the orphanage, appeared to have a better future. But when did the gap between them grow so large?
Liang Mengxian hesitatingly seated herself in the chair in front of her.
Xu Qiaoqiao, looking at her childhood friend, walked a few steps to the table in front and sat down across from her.
