Chinese Novel Review 2

The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights did little to soften the stark reality of the prison waiting room. Zhong Nuannuan blinked, the words echoing in her ears like a distant, impossible dream.
"Zhong Nuannuan, your charges have been withdrawn. The courts have declared you innocent and pronounced you not guilty for murder. You can leave prison now. Your family is waiting for you in the waiting room outside."
Barefoot, she pushed past the surprised female guard, her heart hammering against her ribs. The icy chill of the concrete floor beneath her feet was the only tangible proof that this wasn't some cruel illusion. It was real. She had resurrected.
As the doors swung open, her gaze landed on him. His familiar, stoic face, etched with a quiet intensity. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her—regret, hope, and a fierce, unshakeable resolve. This time, she swore, she would get it right. This time, she would cherish him, protect him, and turn her own fate around.
