That evening, Ma Xudong, coerced by his future prospects, did the most spineless thing in his life.
A poor boy who became a man in officialdom, a mere deputy town mayor, what could he do?
Ma Xudong, with closed eyes, clenched teeth, and fists, solemnly said to Liu Zhizhong in a low voice, "I knelt there, holding Qingqing who again had been coaxed to sleep, and watched helplessly as that old bastard lay on top of Qingqing's mother..."
"Zhizhong, I am guilty, I have always been guilty, I deserve to die... I really deserve to die... I am still blinded by power, I am not human..."
"I am sorry to Qingqing's mother, sorry to her... She is innocent, always so innocent..."
"Power is a harmful thing, it can make people lose themselves, endlessly lost, losing all humanity..."
"..."
Ma Xudong wept silently, curled up there, hands covering his face, head deeply buried between his knees, like a sinner painfully confessing in front of history.
He was so pitiful!
