Aunt Zhang had gone back first, and Wen Tang was left alone, shoveling food into her mouth.
Her face was smeared with rice grains, completely unnoticed.
Pei Heyan had seen everything. "Still thinking about the reports online?" he asked.
He picked up a shrimp and placed it in Wen Tang's bowl.
Lu Zhe had received the deserved punishment, so she should have been happy.
Wen Tang innocently looked at him with her bowl in her hands, not denying it.
The images from just earlier reemerged in her mind, Wen Lan was terrified at the mention of "Lu Zhe," and how could she fare any better, with dead memories slowly resurrecting.
A sourness spread through her body.
"Evil will meet its fate, and his suffering is far from over," Pei Heyan said, comforting her proactively.
His slightly calloused hand caressed her cheek, giving Wen Tang a bit of solace.
But childhood shadows still haunted her relentlessly.
Tossing and turning, she spent the night in bed, unable to sleep.
