I have treated my driver Lao Zhou like a family member for ten years, and I have paid for his daughter's school fees and my wife's medical expenses. When bidding farewell at the entrance of the village, Lao Zhou bowed and paused, his wrinkles revealing struggle and guilt, and whispered the key point: there was a hidden compartment in the trunk of her husband Lu Jingshen's car. This sentence awakened the dusty memory - when asked, my husband lightly used the spare tire to carry him away. I chose to trust you completely during my ten-year marriage, but now I feel wary because of a parting word. I will no longer passively wait for explanations, but will clear up the fog with calm judgment and action. This exploration is about the truth, but also about the confirmation and protection of self-worth.
