Su Xiaomeng casually asked, without any hint of caring about the outcome.
"Death penalty."
"It's inconvenient for me..."
"How is it inconvenient? Aren't you getting more and more skilled at sitting in that wheelchair, even crossing thresholds effortlessly."
Su Xiaomeng teased.
"..."
Yin Shixiu stared at her intently.
Su Xiaomeng glanced at him, shrugged, and walked away, muttering,
"As if I'm afraid of you... go pour it yourself."
Yin Shixiu watched his wife wobble away, feeling deeply concerned. This little girl was becoming increasingly indifferent towards him.
Yin Shiqing, the tumor that grew in their hearts, was removed much more calmly than they imagined.
Both he and Su Xiaomeng had not expected.
When it was time for the court trial of Yin Shiqing, neither he nor Su Xiaomeng had any desire to witness it.
It was not necessary to witness his despair firsthand...
Because even knowing he was sentenced to death, neither he nor Su Xiaomeng felt any satisfaction.
