But at this moment, Wang Lin's mom and dad were both crying like children.
"His mom, we've avenged Linlin!" Wang Lin's father said in a voice heavy with emotion.
"It's good that we've avenged her, it's good," her mother sobbed. During this period, the couple had been sustained by the belief that the murderer would be brought to justice.
Now that the case was finally solved, their long - held obsession was gone, and they felt an instant emptiness in their hearts.
"Our daughter never got to enjoy much in her life. In a few days, let's buy some things and go tell her that the murderer has been caught," Wang Lin's father was the first to think of informing their daughter.
"That's a good idea," her mother nodded wearily, knowing that this was all they could do now.
It was a way to console themselves.
"By the way, how about we go into Linlin's room and see if there's anything she really liked and take it with us?" Wang Lin's mother suddenly remembered that her daughter often stayed in the room, as if she had many little secrets.
The two agreed immediately. They took a few bites of food without much appetite and then quickly headed to their daughter's room.
Wang Lin's room before her death was like that of any ordinary girl in the world. It was small but warmly decorated. On the shelves were all kinds of small ornaments she had bought or received, as well as big and small plush toys. There were several posters of popular male and female celebrities hanging on the wall.
The bed was probably the most luxurious item in the room.
Wang Lin's mother remembered how excitedly her daughter had talked about how comfortable the big bed was.
They had to grit their teeth and buy it.
Even though that one bed cost as much as their next month's living expenses.
But as long as Wang Lin was happy, it was worth it for them to endure some hardship.
From then on, Wang Lin had regarded this bed as a treasure. Nine times out of ten when she was at home, she would be lying on it.
They could still remember their daughter's excited and happy mood.
But at this moment, Wang Lin's mother only felt remorse.
They had known that their daughter liked so many cute things, but Wang Lin was sensible and never looked at things beyond the family's means. It wasn't until one day that she took a fancy to that bed.
Wang Lin's mother could tell that she really liked it. She couldn't bear to see her daughter's disappointed look.
So, she counted the money in her wallet and finally gritted her teeth and bought it for her daughter.
Wang Lin's mother entered her daughter's room. Since Wang Lin's body had been found, the couple had never had the courage to enter this room.
It was too painful and cruel.
Everywhere were traces and memories of their precious daughter.
Probably because the room had been sealed, there wasn't much dust. Wang Lin's parents seemed to see the shadows of the past in the empty room.
The bed was where Wang Lin liked to stay the most.
She was often scolded for just lying on the bed as soon as she got home without saying anything.
They had never seen young people these days do this.
It had nothing to do with how they were raised by their parents.
Now they wanted to see their daughter again but couldn't.
Wang Lin's father looked at the familiar furnishings in his daughter's room, but his most precious daughter would never come back.
He turned his head away, afraid that his wife would see the tears in his eyes, quietly sliding down his graying temples and disappearing into his hair.
As for Wang Lin's mother, she went straight to the small box where Wang Lin usually stored things.
Wang Lin had always guarded it closely and would never let them open it.
At this moment, she didn't care about that anymore.
So Wang Lin's mother didn't hesitate and forced open the small one - foot - square box.
She thought there would be a lot of things inside, but it turned out to be very simple, just two ordinary notebooks.
Wang Lin's mother opened them to look at the contents. One was a notebook, and the other was a diary.
She first flipped through the notebook and found two beautifully written characters on the first page: "Tang Tang". They had been to the school and had an impression of this little girl.
She seemed to be the one who had stepped forward to comfort them at that time.
Tang Tang's image gradually became clear in Wang Lin's mother's mind.
She was a good girl, too.
It was obvious that Wang Lin valued this girl highly. If not for what had happened later, the two would probably still be good friends.
Wang Lin's mother sighed and continued to read. She found that this was just an ordinary note - taking notebook. Maybe Wang Lin had accidentally forgotten to take it with her.
But why was it placed in such a hidden box?
From this, Wang Lin's mother could tell that her daughter must have cherished this notebook.
With this question in mind, Wang Lin's mother opened the other more delicate notebook, which was Wang Lin's diary.
"XX, XX, XX
Mom is working so hard outside. What can I do?"
"XX, XX, XX
Dad's asthma has flared up again. He can't go out to work."
"XX, XX, XX
I'm so happy. It's so hard to find a part - time job."
The girl's happy mood was clearly shown on the page.
But Wang Lin's mother's hand holding the notebook was constantly trembling.
Finally, she couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
How could this be?
The truth of the matter was actually like this.
It was their fault. It was all their fault as parents for being useless, making their child bear such a heavy psychological burden at such a young age.
Seeing Wang Lin's mother crying so hard that she was out of breath and then falling to the ground, Wang Lin's father, who was tidying up on the other side of the room, couldn't stand it anymore and was a bit worried.
"What's going on again? Didn't we agree to just come in and tidy up and not cry like this?" Old Wang had been frowning every day recently, and there was already an obvious "Sichuan" - shaped wrinkle between his eyebrows.
Wang Lin's mother was now immersed in great remorse and self - blame and couldn't care about others at all.
Old Wang saw that comforting her was useless, so he simply took the notebook and started reading it himself.
After turning a few pages, Old Wang fell silent and couldn't say a word.
His heart was greatly shocked, and he deeply hated his own uselessness.
He could understand his wife now.
"Old man, we're so useless," Wang Lin's mother cried so hard that she could hardly catch her breath.
She thought that if she had earned more money, Wang Lin would never have been deceived.
Then none of the subsequent things would have happened.
If possible, they would rather never have seen this notebook.
Why add more pain to their already shaky situation?
After experiencing so many distressing things, this was the deepest wound for the couple.
No one knew how the Wang couple would spend the rest of their lives in remorse.