Her Life Starts to Spin out of Control

In a five-star hotel called Peninsula International in Z Country, At the window of Room 2208, stood a woman in a long red wine colored sweater. The room was on the 22nd Floor, the Presidential Suite. Her hair was pinned on the top of her head and she held a cup of newly decanted wine in her hand.

The woman was pretty with long, curly eyelashes that glittered in the sun. The tip of her nose was slightly turned up, and her pursed lips were adorned with queen red lipstick.

A dainty pair of spectacles with black frames balanced delicately on the bridge of her nose, lending her a professional appearance.

The sky loomed with dark clouds.

The setting reminded her of the same day, a year and a half ago.

As lightning lit up the horizon, the woman knew it would rain at any time.

The woman recalled a fateful day during her time at the women's prison in the West of A Country.

The warden escorted by two policewomen entered the room. One policewoman shouted, "No. 296, you can go!"

The needlework the prisoner was working on, fell to the ground.

Over the past one and a half years, she had heard this statement many times. Every time she had hoped the policewoman would call her number. But she never did. Not until today.

"You can go." Of course, she understood what it meant.

It meant that she was free. She could finally leave the prison.

After a while, the prison's high gates opened slowly. A girl in dark green clothes walked through. Her chubby figure had become slimmer after her one and a half year stay in prison.

Though she had lost a lot of weight, her face was still round.

Not far from the gate stood a couple holding an umbrella. The man looked dignified, and the woman was graceful. Although they were middle-aged, the years had been kind to them.

At the sight of the girl, the older woman walked toward her. "Oh, my honey, you have suffered a lot!"

She gently caressed the girl's face. Her face used to be plump, but now it looked thinner.

these simple, welcoming words felt like

it is you who got me out

came forward. He was followed by an orderly who held out umbrellas for

shook her head, "It's your Uncle (Chinese way of showing politeness, not real Uncle). He found the relationship for

and bowed deeply, "Uncle, Aunt, thank you very much. I shall always

it, my dear. Let's go!" Wendy seated Sophia in Li's car

Sophia entered a big room, where she took a soothing bath and put on clothes provided

clothes were

clothes for Sophia in her original size.

was 163cm in height

led to the dining room by the

it had been specially prepared for her; four dishes including soup.

Sophia politely nodded and

Lo. Please be careful. It

Li's

piece of fish. It was her favorite meal. In the past, she usually had steamed fish

she went in search of the couple. The servant had informed her that they would be in the study and that they had been waiting for

are too large. I will note it for later." Wendy looked tenderly at Sophia

said, "No, Aunt.

eaten fish, meat and hot rice, and had taken her first comfortable bath in a long time. She also had new clothes. She was grateful

very well

here. If you have any problems, tell us at any

to

resisted the urge, "Thank you, Uncle and

didn't know what happened to your parents until recently. I thought your father had followed your mother on her archeological research. When

nodded and said, "My dad went mad and was sent to a suburban psychiatric hospital. But my

said that the ancient tomb had naturally collapsed while her mother was

her mother. How was it that they were all safe, and her mother had