After swimming in West Lake, Wen Zhi had a restless night.
She had a nightmare.
In her dream, her hair was disheveled as she found herself in a desolate wilderness, surrounded by grass that was waist-high everywhere she looked. She stumbled through the grass, moving faster and faster until she stopped in front of a woman's corpse.
Loud, piercing screams tore through the night's curtain.
Wen Zhi knelt down, extending her trembling hands to lift the battered corpse lying in the grass.
She kept shouting, "Mom, mom, mom..."
The body, having been exposed to the wilderness for a long time, was barely recognizable, but the marks of torment inflicted before death were shockingly vivid...
There were strangulation marks, bruises from pinching, burn marks, and hand bones broken at ninety-degree angles.
Wen Zhi carefully cleared the weeds and dirt from the corpse's face, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Mom, it's Zhizhi… it's Zhizhi…"
"Mom, it's Zhizhi…" her voice nearly faded into silence.
