Gao Suhua also didn't know why those who lived in the same room with her knew of the crime she committed. They all looked down on her with contempt and would even mock her collectively during rest times. She truly lived in fear every day.
Before her eyes, she appeared seven or eight years older than before she came in, numbly performing the tasks arranged by the prison guards, feeling that there was no end in sight for her days.
In Qingshan Village, Zhao Jianing had been cooped up inside the house for several days. Now, other than her household registration and school enrollment documents—which she had received that day and carelessly stashed in her pocket—everything else had been burned to ashes, even the bag she had brought with her was not spared.
That day, fearing someone might pilfer her belongings, she had hidden her bag within a bundle. Little did she know such an incident would occur, leaving her literally penniless and empty-handed.
