At this moment, sitting in front of the screen watching everyone confess, I felt like I was witnessing a grand and absurd farce.

The harm has already been done, what's the use of more apologies?

It's like apologizing repeatedly to a person's wound caused by a knife, will the wound heal?

After a long silence, I suddenly stood up and asked the judge, "Why didn't you handcuff me?"

The judge looked at me silently for a long time, so long that I thought he wouldn't answer my question again: "Because the judgment chair only shackles the guilty."

"Meng Sui, you are innocent."

Upon hearing these words, I felt like crying for some reason.

So that's how it is, all these years someone has always known that I am innocent.

"Can I access my memories before death?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to access your memories before death? After a huge traumatic stress, your soul chose to forget for self-preservation. Forcing yourself to remember would be like causing a second injury." He asked me, his calm tone seemingly tinged with surprise.

"I'm sure."

My gaze was resolute.

I knew, no matter what, I had to remember.