Zhao Yang felt that Zhang Xiuer was somewhat naive; after all, it had been three years. At that time, he had wanted to find evidence to clear his own name, but Li Xingkui destroyed it all. He incited the villagers, instigating them to focus their anger on Zhao Yang, making him feel like a rat crossing the street, unable to even step out of his door. Later, Xingkui actually brought people to his house and repeatedly pressured his father, Zhao Yishan, until his father lost control and kicked him out of the house.
Now, three years had passed, things had changed, people had changed, and gathering evidence had become exceedingly difficult.
Zhao Yang shook his head and sighed. Seeing Zhao Yang's low spirits, Zhang Xiuer's expression also turned gloomy.
The two of them were now deeply in love. They were inseparable and even shared each other's moods. When Zhao Yang was happy, Zhang Xiuer would be happy too, and when Zhao Yang was unhappy, Zhang Xiuer would also feel despondent.
