Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

That wasn't her daughter; it was another innocent girl, yet they suffered such similar malice.

In her past life, was her daughter also like that child, huddled in that cramped space, waiting for a rescue that would never come?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenying's eyes reddened, but her voice became more and more firm: "Which of you doesn't have a daughter? Which of you doesn't have a sister?"

Put yourself in their shoes. If it were your loved ones lying there today, would you still be able to say these things?

Can you still sit here gossiping and throwing dirty water on her with a clear conscience?

Zhang Wenying's outburst silenced the entire space.

Those men who had been talking so passionately now had flushed faces, but none of them dared to speak again.

Some people lowered their heads, some turned their faces away, and some muttered a few words awkwardly, but in the end they didn't dare to argue loudly anymore.

It's just a few idle words, isn't it?

Why are you taking it so seriously?

A middle-aged man, his face flushed, stammered, "What gives you the right to say that about us?"

Where did I spread rumors?

"If she hadn't been so bad at studying, how would she have gotten pregnant?"

"Say that again?" Zhang Wenying turned her head sharply, her gaze piercing the man like a knife.

"You saw her go astray with your own eyes? What did you see her do with your own eyes?"

What gives you the right to use your filthy brain to speculate about a dead girl?

She didn't even have a chance to defend herself, and you're spouting nonsense here!

The police are still investigating, and you're already spouting nonsense. Do you think you're more capable than the police? Do you know more than a forensic doctor?

If you really have that ability, why don't you go and help the police solve cases?

Why don't you investigate how she died?

What kind of skill is it to bully a dead person here!

The little girl was so young, like a blooming flower, and before she could even properly see the world, she was killed by bad guys.

Her plight was already pitiful enough, and her family was already heartbroken enough.

Instead of condemning the murderer, you cause a victim secondary harm. Are your hearts made of stone?

Ask yourselves honestly, which of your statements is evidence? Which one isn't just pure speculation?

What right do you have to judge someone you don't even know?

This is disrespectful to the innocent and condones the perpetrators!

You may think that a few casual words are nothing, but every rumor is a knife, stabbing the deceased and her family in the heart.

Every word you say today could be the straw that breaks her parents' back.

Have you ever thought about how you would feel if your daughter were slandered like this one day?

Zhang Wenying's words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly: "Who doesn't have difficulties in life? Who doesn't have unspeakable suffering?"

We can't get justice for her, but at least let's not rub salt into her wounds.

Because some people deserve respect even in death.

Since the truth has not yet come to light, none of us have the right to convict her.

If you have any conscience, shut your stinking mouths and wait for the results of the police investigation.

Don't let your idle gossip become accomplices in the murderer's escape from justice.

Zhang Wenying knew that the girl was innocent.

Because in his previous life, the murderer was caught.

That child is innocent.

The perpetrator was her homeroom teacher.

That beast abused his position to sexually harass and threaten her for a long time, and finally killed her to cover up his crimes.

That girl carried the stigma of being "immoral" until her death, and even in the afterlife, she could not find peace.

It was these uninformed rumors that created a huge public outcry, almost eroding her family's courage to even seek justice for her.

In this life, she must not let the tragedy repeat itself.

Just now, this man was the one who was talking the most enthusiastically.

Doesn't he know?

Rumors are like an invisible knife, killing without drawing blood.

The dead are tormented by rumors, while the living are driven to desperation by them.

She had seen too many tragedies like this, those who were consumed by rumors and gossip, and in the end, they didn't even have the courage to live anymore.

The Book of Rites states: "Evil words should not come out of the mouth, and angry words should not come back to the body."

Every harsh word he utters today will eventually come back to haunt him.

The middle-aged man was speechless, his face turning red. His lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He came to buy meat, and only chatted with others for a moment of pleasure. He never expected to be publicly berated so harshly.

The gazes of those around him felt like needles piercing him. He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. In the end, he could only slink out of the crowd, fleeing without even buying any meat.

The people who were discussing this with the man also felt their faces burning with embarrassment.

They exchanged a glance and quietly took a few steps back, afraid that they would be the next ones to be called out.

An elderly woman stepped forward and said, choking back tears, "I know about this."

I am the victim's neighbor.

That child was sensible from a young age and also had good grades.

Her mother told me that the child's biggest wish was to get into university and take her mother away from Haishi.

Her mother is also a very good person.

Even though her family wasn't well-off, she lived a harmonious life with her husband, and she was always the first to lend a helping hand to any neighbor in need.

How could such a good child be that kind of person?

She went out to evening self-study that day and never came back.

Her mother searched frantically all over the world for her, only to find her daughter's highly decomposed corpse.

That kind of pain was worse than death!

Her mother is now afraid to even leave the house, for fear of being pointed at and gossiped about.

Do you know how her mother spends her days? She can't sleep at night and cries all night long.

She was crying so hard she was almost blind, but people outside were still gossiping, saying her daughter deserved it.

Contrary to rumors, they did not attempt to identify the body.

They went.

Can anyone imagine what it would feel like to have your lively, energetic daughter turn into a cold, lifeless corpse lying in front of you?

Her mother knelt in the morgue, holding her daughter's face and crying her heart out, repeatedly saying, "Mom is so sorry, Mom didn't protect you."

Her parents' hair turned white overnight.

Who among you can understand that kind of pain?

If something doesn't happen to you, it's just a story; but if it does happen to you, it's a catastrophe.

Every word you say now is like stabbing her parents in the heart.

Did you know? Her mother goes to her daughter's room every day, folds the blankets neatly, and wipes her daughter's schoolbag spotless, as if she'll be carrying that schoolbag to school tomorrow.