Just as Wang Zhilin's sanity was about to collapse, someone finally rescued her from that terrifying world. Then she was confined to this room with no light or sound, and this state continued for over four hours. But in reality, for Wang Zhilin, it felt like an entire century. The silence was broken by images on the television, pictures where she appeared in every one, scenes of her being tortured in prison!
The footage of her being beaten, humiliated, desperately begging, feigning madness and idiocy—the woman on the TV was weak, base, utterly lacking in self-respect. Her existence was even less dignified than that of a dog. Seeing herself pretend to be crazy and stupid, Wang Zhilin hated her past self. Even more unbearable was the panic these images induced. It was as if the humiliation and despairing fear always lingered by her side, never to be dispelled, leaving her with no sense of security. She lived every minute and every second in abject terror!
