When I was cruelly forced to drink a bottle of sulfuric acid and died in agony,
Mom scolded me irritably: “Xia Shengsheng, why can't you be as sweet and sensible as Wanrou? If you had the nerve to run away from home, don't call me!”
But when Mom saw the crime scene, she couldn't help rushing outside to retch.
Could the Jiangcheng police force's specially appointed criminal psychologist
really feel sick at the sight of her own daughter's corpse?
