"Is this really okay?" Zheng Dong limped, his face and body covered in fresh and old wounds.
Su Li kept watching what was happening downstairs but curiously asked, "Don't you hate them?"
Zheng Dong: "Hate? I hate them so much I wish I could tear them to pieces."
"The evil deeds on each of them are beyond words. It's just... they turned from victims into perpetrators, and in the future..."
Su Li raised an eyebrow and turned to look at this boy who had endured hardships yet still clung to his sense of justice.
It is easy to say, but hard for anyone to truly not be lost in hatred and anger within their heart.
"Their crimes should be handled by the legal system..."
Su Li: "Aren't you afraid that justice may never come?"
Zheng Dong replied firmly, "No, justice might be delayed, but it will never disappoint."
Su Li found it interesting and changed the topic, asking, "Do you hate your parents and family who sent you here to suffer, even causing your leg to be crippled?"
