For the next two days, Ji Huan went to the county government every day, but she never got the news she was hoping for.
Despite brutal torture, having endured every punishment they could inflict, Ji Xiu'e still insisted that Ji Mu was dead.
"Last night, we used the finger press. She fainted several times. We questioned her while she was barely conscious, but she still said that one word... Miss Ji, perhaps the prisoner isn't lying. Your brother might really be..."
The Prison Officer didn't finish his sentence, but the word "dead" was already wedged, stroke by stroke, into Ji Huan's mind.
Walking back from the county government to Ji's Flavor Industry, not far from her shop's entrance, she once again ran into the naughty boy.
The naughty boy was swinging a riding crop, pacing back and forth. He kept craning his neck to peek into the shop, clearly up to no good again.
