Yang Huixia was thirty-nine years old.
Her hair was in a thick braid, with loose strands falling around her temples.
Her poorly-maintained skin was sallow and coarse.
Her features weren't delicate, and she was far from pretty. But her face had a certain strength to it; she wasn't ugly.
"You're the police?"
After confirming their identities, Yang Huixia seemed somewhat dazed.
By her feet, a monkey was rummaging through her pants pocket, pulling out something to eat.
Lost in thought, she didn't stop it.
She only snapped out of it when the monkey's claws poked through her clothes, pricking her skin and causing a sting of pain.
She immediately smacked the monkey's paws away. "Why are you looking for me? Is this about my husband's case again? I've already told you everything I know countless times."
She paused, then said in a tone laced with despair, "Please, just leave me alone."
Her tone made it sound as if she were harboring some endless grievance.
