"The things you said today, I'll pretend I never heard them, and I hope Madam won't disturb our peaceful mother-and-son life again."
This is the choice most people would make, not just women.
Su Xiaomeng sat on the old fabric sofa, while the woman beside her was stiff.
Fifteen years have passed; a man who has been dead for fifteen years—his reputation, his honor and disgrace, success and failure—are they still worth the living fighting for him?
Appeal...
She's just an ordinary middle-aged woman, not wealthy, in this society where one's voice is hardly heard, which lawyer would be willing to overturn such a case for her?
And this points directly to the Beijing Public Security Bureau and the officials who were in charge at the time?
Even if she wants to appeal, then what about the evidence?
How much time and capital does she have to win this lawsuit?
Fifteen years ago, the shadow left behind by her husband will once again invade their lives.
