"My Xiao Hong died so horribly! Wang Li, you ungrateful, twisted monster! And after Xiao Hong always treated you like her own sister!"
The woman cursed as she pelted Wang Li with rotten vegetable leaves and stinking eggs. Wang Li, however, seemed oblivious, silently wiping the front gate.
Eventually, the woman grew tired of shouting and left.
Qin Jiao sighed softly. "If only we'd remembered sooner. Maybe we could have saved that girl's life."
Shen Yi said, "But if Feng Dayong hadn't appeared and tried to target your family, we would've had no way of remembering this."
'True. Nearly twenty years have passed, and so much has happened. There have been so many murder cases alone.'
Qin Jiao's gaze dropped. "Later," she said softly, "let's think things over carefully together. We can see if there are any other criminals like Feng Dayong who slipped through the cracks."
'If there are, and if we can, we should help those poor souls.'
