When the thirtieth drop of blood fell from the nail that penetrated the bone, Shen Ci saw his wheelchair. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking at her hands - the cracks in the nails, the angle of entry into the bones, and the signs that the executioner had changed hands. The gaze is like a calculation.
Later he said: "She's mine."
On the night he entered the mansion, he handed her a fake dossier to test her. When she took it, she noticed that he pressed the paper a little harder - he was afraid that she would see through it. She saw through it. He didn't notice.
From then on, there was a female scribe who did not kneel in the prison. She learned what he taught her, even colder than him. Later, he personally sent her to death row. The chain of evidence was perfect, so perfect that every loophole was marked by her back then. She squatted in the dark to read it, and suddenly smiled - his ring finger was bent again. She had never missed that little movement when he was lying.
On the day she was released from prison, she went straight to Dali Temple, crossed out Article 127 of the Daxia Law and rewrote it. That night, a short note was sent to the Prince Regent's Palace, with four words: "You are not unjust."
I wrote back the letter that night, with four words: "It's as sweet as sugar."
When the dust settled, she sat on the left side of the courtroom and he sat on the right side. She opened the first file and he handed over the second. She reached for it and glanced at his fingers.
Ring finger, press firmly on the paper. Not once did he give in.
She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and opened the first page.
How long will the wheelchair across from the court stay with her? How much more did he hide?
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The author has something to say: The first time I write a book, my hand is raw.
The heroine is pierced with nails at the beginning, which may be a bit harsh. But I really can't figure out how to get her to meet the wheelchair prince—it couldn't be that she was attracted by selling candied haws on the street, right? Then this book must be renamed "Princess of Sugar-coated Haws".
When I was writing, I felt pain first and counted the blood drops to seventy-two, fearing that I would be scolded by the readers if I made a wrong count. Later I found out that no one knew how to count, I was the only one competing with myself here.
The heroine might be a little cold, even though her finger was pierced, she still analyzed that the executioner had changed. A normal person should cry, but she didn't - when a modern criminal profiler came through, the first reaction should be "where am I, what happened, how do I live" rather than "I'm so miserable, help me". If she cries and screams, I will be the first to abandon the article.
Of course, she will gradually become more humane later on. Ah Fu and Chun Niang will come, she is not walking this road alone.
This is my first time writing, feel free to tell me if there is anything wrong in the comment area. Read every item and change it if you can.
I don't aim for perfection, I just hope that after reading it I will feel that "this chapter is not bad."
Welcome to criticize and collect.
The author has something to say: The first time I write a book, my hand is raw. The heroine is pierced with nails at the beginning, which may be a bit harsh. But I really can't figure out how to get her to meet the wheelchair prince—it couldn't be that she was attracted by selling candied haws on the street, right? Then this book must be renamed "Princess of Sugar-coated Haws". When I was writing, I felt pain first and counted the blood drops to seventy-two, fearing that I would be scolded by the readers if I made a wrong count. Later I found out that no one knew how to count, I was the only one competing with myself here. The heroine might be a little cold, even though her finger was pierced, she still analyzed that the executioner had changed. A normal person should cry, but she didn't - when a modern criminal profiler came through, the first reaction should be "where am I, what happened, how do I live" rather than "I'm so miserable, help me". If she cries and screams, I will be the first to abandon the article. Of course, she will gradually become more humane later on. Ah Fu and Chun Niang will come, she is not walking this road alone. This is my first time writing, feel free to tell me if there is anything wrong in the comment area. Read every item and change it if you can. I don't aim for perfection, I just hope that after reading it I will feel that "this chapter is not bad." Welcome to criticize and collect.