She stared at the screen for three seconds.
Mother?
Died five years ago.
Bai Shiya put the phone back in her pocket and continued walking forward.
Her steps were slow, as if she was crushing something with every step.
Walking to the bus stop outside the prison, she saw her photo posted on the bulletin board.
"The fugitive Bai Shiya...
…Private evidence…
…sentenced to three years and six months…
…"
In the photo, she is wearing a police uniform and looking high-spirited.
