"How come she isn't scared at all?"
"In this situation, there are only two possibilities, the first is having nothing left to live for, the second is she knows she simply can't die."
"But why do I feel like she doesn't look like the second type?"
"Then it's the first one..."
.........
Ming Mei slept particularly well that night, the best she had slept in dozens of days.
Even though the cell was especially cold, even though she might soon be sentenced to death, Ming Mei still slept incredibly soundly.
She dreamt nothing that night. There were no scenes of rivers of blood, no endless cries of infants, and none of that pain so intense that it made you wish for immediate death.
It was only towards morning, as she was nearly awake, that she had a brief dream.
In the dream, a naked child staggeringly walked into the distance, and just as he was about to exit her line of sight, he turned his head and giggled at her.
