Tang Yuanxiao was completely unaware of Mrs. Tang's sorrow.
He was spending more and more time with Lin Huanzhu.
It couldn't be helped. December had arrived, and time was running out.
The statute of limitations for the Lin Family massacre was set to expire on December 13th.
If the killer wasn't arrested and brought to justice on the thirteenth, the 20-year statute of limitations would be over.
Prosecuting the case after 20 years would be far more difficult.
Besides, 20 years had passed. Lin Huanzhu had no idea what had become of the culprit. 'What if he's grown old and died?'
Lin Huanzhu was desperate to see it all end before the deadline.
But the more she wanted it, the more unattainable it seemed.
With Tang Yuanxiao's help, they finally identified a suspect, but they still couldn't catch him.
By the time the thirteenth arrived, Lin Huanzhu was on the verge of a breakdown.
Fortunately, the heavens were watching. At the last possible moment, the man was caught.
