Her once dull and lifeless eyes landed on Feng Mountain, who was fully geared, and on the shiny Sheriff's badge on his chest.
It was as if she had suddenly seen hope.
Tears instantly streamed from her eyes, beyond her control.
They slid down her cheeks and soaked the pillow.
Her injured lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but she was too overwhelmed and weak to make a sound.
"Ma'am, please don't be distressed. I will catch the man who did this. I swear it on the Spirit of All Things."
Seeing her state, Feng Mountain's heart ached. He quickly spoke in a gentle voice, his tone full of sincerity and resolve, trying to offer Lina some comfort and courage.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "I need to ask a few questions, but if you're not comfortable, you don't have to answer."
"Go ahead, ask."
The woman bit her injured lip, responding faintly through her chapped mouth.
Every word seemed to drain all her strength.
