"That night, I saw you kill someone."
With every flash of lightning, every moment, every flicker of the second hand, the air between heaven and earth is stretched inevitably and smoothly. Qin Jing watched his chest rise and fall violently, his lips opened palely, then closed slowly, and his expression was hesitant to speak - like some kind of animal being hunted - but at that moment he was so happy that he was a little shocked, and he smiled slightly, with no sense of joking but only innocence.
On an ordinary evening in his second year of high school, He Yonggu strangled his mother to death with his own hands. In the setting sun that splashed all over his body and made him feel like he was getting wet, he looked against the light and tried to spy out the strong orange-red color like vomit that was spit out from the narrow window screen - it was not false, he truly had freedom, a freedom that symbolized life and was bred from the amniotic fluid of death.
He Yonggui, who was immersed in rebirth, would naturally not know that the embarrassment of rebirth and the passage of life were witnessed by another person and looked on with cold eyes.
Qin Jing had never seen such a look on the face of a creature other than cats and dogs. So, of course, he felt an unprecedented novelty.
He wanted to see what would happen to that person's face if he disturbed the muddy water with his own hands.
The so-called witnessing is just a testimony that can be covered with a piece of paper, nothing more.
Purpose: Tragedy and reflection caused by invisible violence and oppression among families in East Asia today.
