The noise outside came from Shen Hui. After going out to buy cigarettes, he figured his mother had probably taken enough of a beating, so he came back.
But when he returned, he thought his parents were busy inside the room, so he stayed outside instead of going in.
And what did he think they were doing? Of course, nothing intimate. It was the lesson his father always gave his mother after beating her.
A long while later, just as Shen Hui was starting to get impatient, the rickety door finally opened.
Zhao Jing walked out. She was covered in blood, and her eyes were unfocused. It was obvious she'd been through a terrible shock.
Shen Hui had thought his father would come out first. It had always been that way before, so he lowered his head and pretended not to see anything.
But when the figure slowly came over to him and its shadow fell across him, Shen Hui finally sensed that something was wrong.
He looked up and saw Zhao Jing. He was bewildered. Why had his mother come out first after being beaten? This was different from before.
He hurriedly looked into the room. Through the half-closed door, he saw someone lying facedown on the floor, covered in blood. Who else could it be but his father, Shen Dongliang?
Shen Hui was stunned. It wasn't that he was worried about the murder. In his mind, his father had always been a powerful man. How could his mother have killed him?
He'd never thought much of his mother, who was always getting beaten. But seeing her covered in blood today, he suddenly felt afraid.
Just then, Zhao Jing looked at Shen Hui and said in a hoarse voice, as if she'd crawled out of hell, "I killed your