"I didn't see anything... didn't see anything... Waaaah..."
The little girl, her eyes shut tight, suddenly burst into tears and began talking, as if in a dream.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please don't lock me up, okay? ...Waaaah..."
"I'm not a monster..."
"Don't lock me up..."
"Don't..."
Listening to the little girl's murmurs, everyone's feelings grew even more complicated.
'What kind of hidden story is behind all this?'
'It seems like she's been abused?'
'So is she a victim too?'
But after muttering a few sentences, the little girl fell silent again.
With her eyes still closed, tiny teardrops clung to her long eyelashes at the corners of her eyes, a heartbreaking sight.
Wen Ying reached out, took the little girl's arm, and pushed up the long sleeve. She discovered her arm was covered in small, dark, scar-like dots, packed closely together.
They looked like they had been there for many years.
Closing the room's door, Wen Ying turned on the light.
