Qiao An looked at the familiar interrogation room. She never thought that after just over a year on Blue Star, the place she'd become so inextricably linked with would be here.
With a flick of her fingertips, a thin, yellowed sheet of paper appeared before Luo Yi. The old man, whose eyes had been cloudy and who had been hanging his head in despair, began to struggle frantically. He desperately wanted to lunge forward and see the paper that represented his life's obsession.
But Qiao An had no intention of letting him have his way. She sat down across from him with a faint smile, opened a bottle of mineral water, and took a few sips.
The way to wear down a person's willpower was to drag things out, not responding, and ignoring all their needs.
It was a small interrogation trick that Mu Zimo had taught Qiao An.
"I'll cooperate, as long as you change my family name back after I die…"
A name that should have faded into oblivion long ago had become Luo Yi's obsession.
