Fan Zhenglian hanged himself in the prison cell just as it started to rain.
Widow Sun went to the tailor shop across the street to buy some fabric and was stopped by a sudden downpour, so she simply sat down under the porch awning and waited for the rain to stop as she cracked sunflower seeds and gossiped with the others from West Street about the news she had just heard.
Last night the "Fan Qingtian" from the Trial Court killed himself.
Perhaps he, pampered for so long, couldn't endure the torture in prison, or maybe he knew he was deeply responsible for his actions and couldn't escape an inevitable death. This esteemed gentleman, once so esteemed, had hanged himself with his own belt from the prison beams at night. When the prison guard came to check in the morning, he saw a long shadow swaying in the dark. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a dead man.
