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One by one, the villagers stepped forward to testify. Each had a different story, but the content was the same: Liu Jun had long abused me, and I had been forced to take action.
What moved me the most was the village's oldest resident, Grandma Wu. At over eighty years old, she rarely spoke. But that day, she stood up, trembling:
"Your Honor, I have lived for more than eighty years and have seen many bad people, but I have never encountered a beast like Liu Jun."
"He does not deserve to be a man, a father, or even a human being!"
"This beast deserves to die! Xue Ying is a good person; she was forced into this!"
Once Grandma Wu finished speaking, the entire courtroom fell silent. Even the judge was moved; he wiped his eyes and asked, "Is there anyone else who wishes to testify?"
More than ten others stood up. Some spoke of my character:
"Xue Ying never argues with anyone; she always helps those in need."
Others testified about Liu Jun's vile behavior:
"Liu Jun has a terrible reputation in the village; when he gets drunk, he hits and curses at people."
Some confirmed the abuse I suffered:
"Xue Ying often has injuries on her face, and her clothes are frequently torn."
Listening to these testimonies, I finally understood: all these years, I had not been alone.
Though no one could directly help me, everyone supported me in their hearts and felt injustice on my behalf. At that time, they just didn’t know what to do.
Now, as I truly reached this point, everyone stood up to speak for me.
After the trial concluded, many villagers gathered around to comfort me:
"Xue Ying, don't be afraid; we all believe you are a good person."
"It doesn't matter how many years he gets; we will take care of your daughters."
"You have rid our village of a menace, and we are all grateful to you."
In that moment, I felt an unprecedented warmth.
It turned out that there was still justice in the world.
It turned out that there were still people who truly cared about me.
On the day of the verdict, the courtroom was filled with people.
In addition to the villagers who came to support me, there were many reporters. My case had garnered attention in society, and many were eager to know the outcome.
The judge struck the gavel and began to read the verdict:
"The defendant, Wang Xueying, is guilty of intentional homicide. However, considering that the defendant has long suffered from domestic violence, and that the act of killing was provoked by the victim's fault, along with the defendant's confession and minimal social harm, a lighter sentence is warranted..."
My heart raced as I awaited the final result.
"I hereby sentence the defendant, Wang Xueying, to eleven years in prison and deprive her of political rights for two years."
At that moment when the gavel fell, tears streamed down my face.
It was not fear or regret, but gratitude.
Eleven years was much lighter than I had imagined. The judge understood my situation and showed me great leniency.
After the trial concluded, many villagers gathered around to comfort me:
"Xue Ying, eleven years isn't long; we'll be waiting for you to come back."
"We will take good care of your daughters; don't worry."
"This verdict is fair; the judge is a wise person."
What touched me the most was seeing my two daughters.
My eldest daughter was already fourteen, and my youngest was eleven. They stood among the crowd with red eyes but did not cry.
Before I was taken away, my eldest daughter ran over and hugged me:
"Mom, I don't blame you." She whispered in my ear, "Thank you for protecting us."
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