Three years ago, the great fire at Li Guangcai's home had caused Zhao Yang to be expelled from the village, to be pointed at by thousands, and to be spat upon with resentment and hatred, filling Zhao Yang's heart with indignation.
During these three years away from his hometown, Zhao Yang had constantly wanted to know who exactly was responsible.
However, now the truth was about to be unveiled!
"Do you know who started that fire?" As Zhao Yang spoke these words, his lips seemed to tremble.
"I know," Li Jiazhuang answered very mechanically.
"Tell me, who started the fire!" Zhao Yang's heart was so agitated it almost reached his throat!
"It was me!"
It was me!
It was me!
When he saw Li Jiazhuang's lips move slightly, uttering those two words, Zhao Yang was completely stunned!
Damn it, it was really you!
Zhao Yang was immensely shocked inside; he had suspected it, but could never be sure.
