Chapter 93
In order to crack a child trafficking case, he had stood outside in the bitter winter for more than 30 hours. He was still young, but his legs had developed problems due to being frozen.
That day, both his daughters had been at the crime scene. But, because he had earlier locked them into the television cabinet, they had escaped everything. Unfortunately, his elder daughter Jian Yao had witnessed the unfolding of the entire massacre, and was unable to speak for a long time thereafter . . .
Pain and remorse, like a ferocious beast, ate away at Luo Lang’s heart. Every day, every night. He had previously considered surrendering to the police, but when he thought of prison life, and even the possibility of abandonment by his parents, he shrank from the idea . . .
In the end, the police did not come knocking at his door. He had escaped.
However, could one really escape?
From that day onwards, that blockhead was forever trapped in the living room of the Jian residence, holding a blood-stained machete, eyes full of tears, not knowing what to do.
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The sky was almost dark. They could only see one another’s faces by the borrowed glimmers of light that lingered.
At that point in time, 36-year-old Luo Lang was not entirely conscious of what was going on. His gaze slipped from Bo Jinyan to Jian Yao’s face, beside him. Out of the blue, a little spring of joy bubbled up in his heart.