Dong Xin Yan forcefully suppressed the sourness in her heart, trying to maintain a smiling face. Listening to Dong Xin Yan's words, Mrs. Cheng felt slightly relieved, squeezed Dong Xin Yan's hand again, and said, "Xinxin, you're truly a good girl. Ziyang didn't choose wrongly."
Dong Xin Yan's heart felt somewhat blocked, afraid that speaking would reveal any unpleasant emotions, she just pressed her lips and smiled softly.
There was a bit of traffic on the road, and it was almost ten thirty when the car finally arrived at the detention center. Dong Xin Yan paid the fare and got out of the taxi with Mrs. Cheng, both of them standing still at the entrance of the detention center.
Perhaps it was truly the feeling of being close to home yet hesitant; the two of them were motionless for several seconds, neither making any move.
