That Deeply Buried Matter

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

It both sounded like water dripping to the ground and the clock ticking away.

It was as though Gu Qingjiu was standing in the center of a light source.

She couldn't make out any faces, yet she could hear voices talking continuously around her.

These words were the deeply carved descriptions of her wounded past, making her shiver with cold against her will.

Also, there were sounds of argument that came from God-knows-where.

All of these weaved into a messy, emotion-invoking symphony, piercing through Gu Qingjiu's nerves.

Like a spirit, she stood where she was in horror, searching, yet unable to find the direction that would lead her back.

"Name: Gu Qingjiu. Age: 23. Crime: Driving without license leading to a fatal accident, hit-and-run. Sentenced twenty years in prison."

"Who is she? What crime did she commit?"