Lin Zhiyi woke up to find a policewoman in uniform sitting by her bed.
She smiled slightly, giving off a greatly reassuring vibe.
"Awake now? Want some water?" The policewoman stood up and kindly poured her a glass of water, "You've just got superficial injuries; it's nothing serious."
"Thank you."
Lin Zhiyi propped herself up to take the cup.
Even now, she was trembling with lingering fear.
The policewoman looked at her and didn't immediately ask questions until she had somewhat calmed down.
"Zhao Cheng is also fine, but you two are giving conflicting accounts, so I need your statement."
Lin Zhiyi paused with her drink: "Conflicting accounts? What do you mean?"
How could it be conflicting when it seemed so clear?