Ye Sibei kept staring at Meng Xin, almost being dragged out of the scene by the staff.
After leaving, she sat in the witness room, beginning another round of waiting.
But this time, she started to feel fear, started to tremble, because she understood what Meng Xin truly wanted to obtain and prove.
While Ye Sibei waited, Qin Nan and Zhang Yong continued their conversation outside in the hallway.
"When I first realized she was a victim, I actually resented her a little."
Qin Nan smoked, his gaze fixed on the vast square, his voice somewhat lost: "I thought she was too weak, bullied like that and not even making a sound. Reporting to the police—what was there to fear?"
"I understand," Zhang Yong smiled, "I was like that when I first became a cop."
"Luckily, I heard her words in the video later. I realized there might be many hardships I didn’t know about, and I felt I should try to understand more. Whether it’s weakness or cowardice, I should give more tolerance. I can’t just keep telling her to be stronger, to try harder, and then do nothing myself. So I never showed any blame toward her."
"And then?"
Qin Nan took a drag, his face weary: "Then, up till now, I suddenly realized—not reporting to the police wasn’t weakness. It was ignorance."
Qin Nan tilted his head slightly, looking at the overcast sky: "I had no idea what lay ahead."
"Only after going through all this with her—being talked about, seeing the nonsense online, being dissuaded, and now anxiously wondering if we’ll win—did I realize," Qin Nan laughed mockingly, "if I’d known the future would be like this, I might not have had the courage to report it either."
"But knowing the future might turn out like this," Qin Nan paused, controlling his tone, "she still reported it in the end."
"Do you regret it?"
Zhang Yong glanced at him. Qin Nan didn’t answer.
He didn’t know.
He could firmly tell Ye Sibei not to regret it because he knew she had no way back.
But if he asked himself whether he regretted it, he didn’t know.
He wasn’t a god, not even a particularly good person. He had his own cowardice, fear, and dread—he just didn’t want Ye Sibei to see any of it.
"Sometimes I wonder," Qin Nan’s voice was hoarse, "what’s the point of persistence?"
"If we lose this case," Qin Nan turned to Zhang Yong, "what value does everything we’ve been through have?"
Zhang Yong didn’t answer, watching as the dark clouds grew heavier.
"Once, there was a case."
For some reason, Zhang Yong suddenly brought up an unrelated topic. He took a deep drag and spoke calmly: "The criminal’s activities spanned from 1993 to 2009. During that time, he committed 91 robberies, 23 thefts, and raped over a hundred women. Do you know why he was so bold?"
"Why?"
"He told his lawyer," Zhang Yong smiled mockingly, with restrained anger, "during his crimes, no one resisted, no one reported him. Think about it—in a place where everyone stays silent toward criminals and blames the victims, why would crime be afraid?"
"He wouldn’t." Zhang Yong leaned closer to Qin Nan, speaking firmly. "You can’t expect evil to suddenly repent and lay down its arms. Without constraints, crime will only grow more brazen."
"Ye Sibei reported it. She persisted," Zhang Yong looked at Qin Nan. "That’s the greatest deterrent to those lurking in the dark, thinking they’ll never pay a price.""Everything you've done isn't meaningless. Justice should never be absent, even though," Zhang Yong hesitated, speaking with difficulty, "the path here may not have been easy."
"My name is Zhao Chuchu, an employee of Fuqiang Real Estate."
After Zhao Chuchu took the stand, Ye Nianwen felt slightly reassured.
He thought her testimony would likely favor Ye Sibei.
He watched as Zhao Chuchu lowered her head and recounted what she witnessed that night. When she finished, Meng Xin stood up again to question her.
"Is your fiancé Ye Sibei's younger brother?"
"Yes."
Zhao Chuchu nodded, and Meng Xin continued, "Were you drunk that night?"
If she had been, the credibility of her testimony would be greatly diminished. Zhao Chuchu decisively shook her head. "No."
Meng Xin nodded and pressed on, "Was Ye Sibei drunk that night?"
"Yes."
"How drunk was she? Could she still recognize people?"
"Yes, she could. She kept talking the whole time."
Zhao Chuchu answered truthfully.
"In your testimony, you mentioned she was in a daze when you parted ways. How severe was this daze?"
Zhao Chuchu seemed momentarily lost in thought as Meng Xin spoke.
For a moment, her mind was filled with the online accusations against her.
"If Ye Sibei was still conscious, how could you just leave her in the car? What kind of person does that?"
"Trash. Did you do it on purpose?"
...
She couldn't have left a conscious Ye Sibei in the car. Ye Sibei had trusted her so much.
If her actions had led to Ye Sibei's misfortune, the responsibility would fall squarely on her shoulders.
At this moment, faced with Meng Xin's question, she realized with painful clarity that between Ye Sibei and herself, only one could emerge unscathed.
Either admit she left a disoriented Ye Sibei in the car, proving Ye Sibei's innocence while subjecting herself to public condemnation.
Or deny that Ye Sibei was in a daze, keeping herself clean, but risking Ye Sibei losing the case.
She couldn't bring herself to answer, torn by internal conflict as countless voices clamored in her mind. Meng Xin observed her and called out again, "Zhao Chuchu?"
"Zhao Chuchu," the presiding judge noticed the prolonged silence and inquired with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Chuchu closed her eyes and made her decision. Her original resolve shattered in that instant.
She had already done enough for Ye Sibei.
She told herself she had lost her job, endured so much humiliation and scorn. She had her own life to live, and she lacked the courage—no, the willingness—to bear the world's accusations and mockery for Ye Sibei's sake.
"I was trying to recall."
Zhao Chuchu opened her eyes and looked up at Meng Xin. "I don't remember the details very clearly now. I just remember she was rambling."
"Could she recognize people?"
"Yes, she could. She was just saying things she normally wouldn't, but her logic was clear. She could even make phone calls coherently." Zhao Chuchu lowered her head. "That's why I left her in the car. We had agreed beforehand that she would call me when she got home."
If she could recognize people and make coherent phone calls, it meant Ye Sibei was sober when they parted ways.
This testimony was extremely unfavorable for Ye Sibei, especially coming from someone who should have been biased in her favor as a close acquaintance, making it even more damning.
Ye Nianwen stared fixedly at Zhao Chuchu, his breathing growing heavier. Zhao Chuchu refused to meet his gaze, while the prosecutors at the plaintiff's table frowned.
"During the entire period of Ye Sibei's intoxication, did you feel her condition was worsening?" Meng Xin continued her questioning.
"No," Zhao Chuchu answered smoothly, having made up her mind. "After she threw up, I helped her sit aside. She was a bit excited and kept talking, but her state remained the same. It didn't worsen."
"Has she always been like this when drunk in the past?""Right."
"How much can you usually drink?"
"About two liang."
"How much did you drink that night?"
"Less than two liang."
"So, in other words, this isn't an amount that would completely knock someone out?"
"I don't know."
Then, Meng Xin asked the final question, "Was it you who told her that carrying a condom could increase her chances of survival if she were to be raped?"
Hearing this question, Zhao Chuchu fell silent.
This was something only Ye Sibei and she knew. If Meng Xin could bring it up, it must have been Ye Sibei who told him.
Ye Sibei wasn’t unaware of the public opinion swirling online about her recently. She wasn’t ignorant of what Zhao Chuchu had been through.
Ye Sibei couldn’t have been oblivious to the damage such a statement, once revealed in public, would do to Zhao Chuchu’s reputation.
Yet, Ye Sibei still said it.
Zhao Chuchu felt as though she and Ye Sibei were like two small animals forced into a narrow cage, pressured by others to fight, told that only one of them could survive.
So they betrayed each other, each defending their own interests.
Zhao Chuchu laughed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Yes," she answered hoarsely. "I did say that."
Ye Nianwen’s hand trembled slightly as he gripped his pen. He stared at Zhao Chuchu, unable to believe that her final testimony would be like this.
With nothing left to ask, Meng Xin nodded, signaling he was done. After he sat down, a prosecutor from the prosecution bench requested to speak.
"During your initial statement, you clearly mentioned that when you got out of the car, Ye Sibei was in a dazed state. Why have you now changed your testimony to say she was coherent and able to make clear phone calls?"
"I thought being unable to stop talking counted as being dazed."
"What exactly do you mean by 'talking nonsense'?"
"Just saying things she normally wouldn’t. Like talking about her family situation, how upset she was, things like that."
The prosecutor nodded and sat back down, frowning.
After both sides finished their questioning, Zhao Chuchu was escorted out. She didn’t dare lift her head, let alone look at Ye Nianwen again.
Once the witness testimonies concluded, the court began presenting evidence one by one. The entire evidentiary phase ended, and the trial moved into the debate segment.
The alleged rape occurred in a confined setting. Beyond the biological evidence, much of the case hinged on the parties' intentions, inferred from their statements, witness testimonies, and general reasoning.
The case had reached an impasse because both the victim and the suspect had compelling evidence supporting their versions of events.
Fan Jiancheng had evidence proving Ye Sibei’s advances and threats toward him.
Ye Sibei had been pressured into drinking excessively, leading to possible intoxication and impaired judgment.
The secluded environment where the incident occurred could have facilitated coercion.
Lin Feng’s testimony contradicted Fan Jiancheng’s claim that Ye Sibei had attempted blackmail.
Ye Sibei had reported the incident immediately. The lack of any prior intimate relationship between her and Fan Jiancheng made consensual sex unlikely, strongly suggesting rape.
Yet, at the same time, Ye Sibei’s financial struggles, her carrying a condom, her apparent cooperation during the act, her repeated reports to the police, and discrepancies between her statements and objective evidence like photos and recordings all raised suspicions.
This could very well have been an elaborate setup—a honey trap that fooled even Lin Feng, deliberately ensnaring Fan Jiancheng."Throughout the entire process, there were no signs of resistance, and she even actively cooperated. She claimed to have resisted, but the only scratch marks were found on my client's left shoulder. The position and direction of these marks could have been caused by an embrace. This not only indicates a lack of resistance but even suggests active participation."
Meng Xin raised his doubts.
"According to the victim's testimony, this was entirely due to coercion. The lack of resistance and active cooperation do not prove the victim's consent. On the contrary, given the highly unlikely nature of a consensual sexual relationship between the suspect and the victim in their respective roles, the fact that the suspect brought the intoxicated victim into an enclosed space where she couldn't resist points to coercion being far more plausible than consent based on common reasoning."
"If Ye Sibei was telling the truth, why are there such major contradictions between her account of the incident and the physical evidence? She claimed to have made only one phone call, but records show two. She said she saw the suspect, yet only one photo shows her with her eyes open—she wasn't blindfolded the entire time. Her testimony completely contradicts the physical evidence."
"The first call might have been made by Fan Jiancheng himself and then deleted. The photo could have been taken while she was intoxicated and disoriented," the prosecutor countered. "If Ye Sibei had made the call, she would have been fully conscious, aware of making the call, and with her eyes open as Fan Jiancheng took the photo. How could she not know about the call or the photo? She should have come up with a better lie. This photo, in fact, serves as key evidence that the victim was disoriented at the time."
"Her usual alcohol tolerance is only two liang. All testimonies, including her own account of how much she drank that night, indicate it was impossible for her to reach the level of complete unconsciousness she described. Zhao Chuchu testified that when they parted, Ye Sibei was coherent enough to recognize people, make phone calls, and speak logically. Under normal circumstances, she couldn’t have reached the state of disorientation the prosecution claims. The prosecution's speculation lacks an objective basis."
"Is there any direct evidence proving the victim blackmailed the suspect? It’s solely based on the suspect’s testimony. In fact, we have additional audio evidence showing the victim still insisted on pressing charges even when faced with a bribe from the company. If she were after money, she would have recanted long ago."
"The audio was recorded by the victim herself, demonstrating strong legal awareness. This actually supports the argument that if she had intended to illegally blackmail my client, she wouldn’t have left behind such evidence..."
The two sides went back and forth, fiercely debating the evidence, testimonies, and statements.
Both sides had solid evidence and could only look for inconsistencies in the testimonies.
Compared to Fan Jiancheng, Ye Sibei's statements showed greater contradictions with the physical evidence.
She claimed to have made only one phone call, but there were two call records.
She claimed to have resisted, but the only trace of resistance appeared more like marks left during intimate contact.
She claimed to have been completely unconscious, blindfolded when her eyes were open, yet the amount of alcohol she consumed made it nearly impossible to reach total unconsciousness. Zhao Chuchu’s additional testimony further proved that she was likely conscious throughout the process and unlikely to have experienced the claimed period of complete blackout.
Her statement made no mention of condom use, yet a condom wrapper was found at the scene.
She claimed the condom was provided by Zhao Chuchu, but Zhao Chuchu firmly denied this...After the case proceedings concluded, both sides made their closing statements.
The prosecutor stood up first: "In this case, the suspect and victim had a superior-subordinate relationship. Prior to the incident, their ambiguous behavior didn't suggest any likelihood of consensual sexual relations. On the day in question, there was abnormal alcohol-pushing at the dinner table. As the superior, the suspect failed to stop this and allowed the excessive drinking to continue, showing possible criminal intent. Surveillance footage and witness testimonies prove the victim was intoxicated at the time. The suspect then took the drunk victim alone to the Reed field in the suburban area, creating an absolutely overpowering and enclosed environment that would make the victim perceive life-threatening danger, placing her in a coerced state where she complied with the sexual assault against her will. After the incident, the victim immediately reported to police and voluntarily requested a rape kit examination, demonstrating her firm resolve. Although social pressure later made her retract the report, this is understandable. Combined with biological evidence like semen and skin cells, our office concludes that suspect Fan Jiancheng used coercive means to force sexual relations against the victim's will, violating Article 236 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China. The criminal facts are clear and he should be prosecuted for rape."
After the prosecutor finished, Meng Xin stood up: "Prior to the incident, the victim had exploited my client's position at the company to falsify income documents to help her brother buy a house. When her husband discovered the loan documents, it created marital discord. This suggests the victim had personal dealings with my client and was in desperate financial straits, providing objective motive for false accusation. In this case, the defendant's testimony aligns substantially with material evidence, with only minor inconsistencies, whereas the victim's statements contradict both witness testimonies and material evidence. Strong evidence shows witness Lin Feng held biases against the case, reducing his testimony's credibility. The prosecution's case relies more on circumstantial reasoning than direct evidence. From a common-sense perspective: the victim voluntarily carried condoms that day; her alcohol consumption was insufficient to cause loss of consciousness yet she claimed complete unawareness; while intoxicated, she specifically requested my client—an older male—to escort her home despite knowing Zhao Chuchu's route would leave her alone; after the incident she reported to police but didn't initially mention assault, only filing a second report days later. These behaviors defy common sense. Conversely, my client's testimony aligns better with evidence and presents clearer logic. Therefore, we maintain the evidence is insufficient, the facts misrepresented, and our client should be acquitted."
When Meng Xin finished, it was finally Ye Nianwen's turn to speak. By now, he already knew the likely outcome.
He stood up, uncertain what to say. The prosecution had made tremendous efforts, and as the attorney for incidental civil action, he couldn't offer many compelling arguments.
He remained standing, eyes red, before finally speaking hoarsely after a long pause: "Ye Sibei is my sister. She's always been... so small."
Everyone looked at him. He raised his head and slowly articulated this vulnerable, feminine aspect of the case that had been rationally debated all morning in court."She loves beauty but dares not even bare her arms. She enjoys makeup but never wears anything bold. She hardly ever goes out at night, most of the time relying on my dad or brother-in-law to escort her. The outfit she wore during the assault was her company uniform—a suit—and she’s always been self-conscious about it. Even in summer, she’d wear a trench coat over it when going to work. So when she reported it to the police and asked for a trench coat, it was because, to her, that coat represented a shield against sexual violation. Asking for it was her way of crying for help."
Ye Nianwen spoke, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
He knew he was a grown man in his twenties, a lawyer who shouldn’t lose composure in public like this.
But he couldn’t stop. His voice trembled, choked with sobs.
"She reported it, but my mom stopped her, I stopped her. As a lawyer, I know all too well how such cases can retraumatize victims. So she reported it, then denied she had. But in the end, my sister decided to report it a second time—not for money, not to extort, just to seek justice."
"Your Honor," Ye Nianwen pleaded through tears, looking at the judge, "For an ordinary woman, filing this lawsuit already took immense courage. I believe justice shouldn’t extinguish that courage—she deserves fairness."
The judge watched him quietly, seemingly moved. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Justice shouldn’t extinguish any act of courage. We should strive to ensure fairness for all. But judges aren’t gods. We can only rely on the law and do our best to deliver justice."
With that, the judge adjourned the session, and all jurors retreated to the deliberation room to decide the final verdict.
Qin Nan and Zhang Yong returned to the courthouse entrance. Zhang Yong looked relaxed. "After the trial, are you staying in Nancheng or going somewhere else?"
"Depends on Sibei."
Qin Nan smiled. Zhang Yong seemed puzzled. "Honestly, I’ve been really curious."
"Hmm?"
"If it weren’t Ye Sibei who married you, but someone else, would you have treated them just as well?"
Qin Nan chuckled awkwardly.
"How could that be?"
"After just over a year of marriage, you’re already this devoted?"
Zhang Yong thought for a moment. "Did you know each other before?"
"No."
Qin Nan shook his head. "We’d met."
"Met? Which middle school did you go to?"
"Number Seven."
"Ah," Zhang Yong sighed. "I was hoping you might’ve been alumni or something. Number Two is pretty far from Number Seven, right?"
"Yeah."
As they talked, the noise around them grew. Qin Nan heard voices approaching and turned to see witnesses being led out one by one. Ye Sibei was among them, standing a short distance away, her eyes red with exhaustion.
Qin Nan watched her quietly, forcing a smile as he prepared to go to her—when suddenly, the courthouse doors swung open.
The crowd inside spilled out, separating them.
First came Meng Xin, his expression grim and cold. Behind him, Fan Jiancheng looked elated, rushing to his wife and child waiting outside. He embraced them while his family excitedly chattered.
Zhao Shuhui seemed overjoyed. Under Fan Jiancheng’s comforting words, she broke into quiet sobs before suddenly darting out of the courthouse, shouting at the reporters outside.
"Innocent!"
Her voice was hoarse with emotion, tears streaming as she screamed: "My husband is innocent! Do you hear me? My husband is innocent!"Ye Sibei was stunned for a moment, her vision going blank. Then she saw the prosecutors emerge and stand before her, bowing their heads as they said, "We're sorry."
Ye Sibei stared at them blankly, unable to speak. Seeing her silence, the prosecutors waited a long while before finally leaving.
Qin Nan and Ye Sibei's parents came over to stand behind her. After what felt like an eternity, Ye Nianwen emerged with red-rimmed eyes.
Huang Guifen rushed forward anxiously: "Well? What was the verdict?"
When Ye Nianwen remained silent, Huang Guifen grew frantic. She grabbed his arm and cried out loudly, "Speak! Say something!"
"Don't be so impatient!"
Ye Ling pulled Huang Guifen aside and shouted, "Give him some space! Nian Wen," Ye Ling looked at Ye Nianwen with concern, "did you win or lose?"
"I..." Ye Nianwen burst into tears as soon as he opened his mouth, "I'm sorry... Sis... I'm sorry..."
Ye Sibei remained silent.
She felt as if she had suddenly been plunged underwater, like the coffin she had dreamed of countless times. The water was pouring in, and this time, there was no escape. It was as if the lid had been nailed shut, sealing her fate.
"Let's go home first."
Qin Nan was the first to react: "This is too much. Let's go home first."
"Right," Zhang Yong stepped forward, much calmer than the others, "Ye Sibei needs time to process. I'll take you home first."
Hearing this, Ye Ling took a deep breath, supporting the utterly stunned Huang Guifen, and nodded. "Let's go home first."
The family supported each other as they left the courthouse. As soon as they stepped outside, a light drizzle began to fall on their faces.
Reporters in raincoats swarmed around them, bombarding Ye Sibei with questions: "Will you appeal again?"
"What do you think of Mr. Fan's verdict?"
"Did you falsely accuse Mr. Fan for money, or was there another reason?"
"There are online rumors that you were a mistress who failed to rise in status and sought revenge. What do you say to that?"
...
A barrage of humiliating questions assaulted her. Ye Sibei, shielded by Qin Nan, moved forward numbly.
Not far away, Fan Jiancheng's wife was loudly berating the reporters: "I told you it was all about extorting money from our Jiancheng. He's always been a good husband, a good father, kind to everyone."
Hearing these words, Huang Guifen suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Ye Sibei looked up in confusion just as Huang Guifen let out a scream and lunged forward: "I'll tear you apart!"
The elderly woman pushed through the crowd, grabbing Fan Jiancheng's wife by the hair. Her slow, slightly overweight frame clashed with the other woman, who immediately screamed and fought back.
A man beside Zhao Shuhui tried to push Huang Guifen away, but Ye Nianwen roared, "Don't touch my mom!"
As Ye Nianwen stepped in, the men from the Fan family immediately attacked. Ye Ling stumbled forward, and Qin Nan rushed into the fray.
The crowd erupted into chaos as the two families brawled.
The rain grew heavier, the sky dark and oppressive. Ye Sibei watched it all numbly.
She watched her usually timid, elderly father being shoved to the ground. She watched her mother, with her high blood pressure and high cholesterol, half her hair already white, wrestling with Zhao Shuhui.
She watched her scholarly younger brother, who had never been in a fight his whole life, being pinned down and punched repeatedly. She watched Qin Nan, like a lone lion surrounded by enemies, roaring and struggling desperately.
They were all like beasts trapped in cages, fighting with the fury of cornered animals.
Raindrops pelted her face as she shakily lifted her head and spotted Fan Jiancheng in the crowd.
He was brawling with Qin Nan, surrounded by several men. He landed a punch on Qin Nan's face, finally venting his hatred, and cursed, "Damn it, I'll beat you to death today."
He was fine.
He had suffered no consequences.
After all the bloodshed, after nearly destroying herself, she couldn’t even achieve the destruction of both jade and stone.
It was like all the times she had resisted, all the battles she had fought.
In the past, she could tell herself it was because she hadn’t tried hard enough, hadn’t been brave enough.
But now?
She had tried. She had resisted. She had fought. Like everyone said, she had gone against the current, struggled with all her might.
And the result?
Why was it that those who had done nothing wrong had to suffer, while the wicked could live so high and mighty?Something inside her collapsed with a deafening crash. Staring at her home in the torrential rain, she finally lost all reason. With a piercing scream, she charged forward, swinging her umbrella with all her might at Fan Jiancheng's head!
Fan Jiancheng turned and slapped her across the face. She retaliated by sinking her teeth into his hand.
Like a cornered beast, the ferocity in her eyes startled Fan Jiancheng into instinctively stepping back. But the excruciating pain in his hand only fueled his rage. As he swung a fist at Ye Sibei, Qin Nan lunged forward to restrain Fan Jiancheng. Just then, the police finally arrived and pulled them apart.
Ye Sibei was forcibly dragged away. The moment she loosened her grip, she charged forward again with reckless abandon.
Several men couldn't hold her back. She struck and bit anyone who stood in her way, her eyes locked on Fan Jiancheng like a madwoman clawing at him.
"Let me go! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!"
She shoved away the bailiffs trying to restrain her, her eyes empty of everything but one thought—
She would drag him down to hell with her.
Injustice must be repaid. Harm must be rectified.
"Let me go! Let me go! I want justice! I just want justice!"
She kicked and punched, struggling with all her might.
Falling, then rising again. Retreating, then charging forward.
She rampaged, screamed, and roared—no one had ever seen her so savage, like a wolf, a lion, her gaze fixed solely on Fan Jiancheng.
Police swarmed around her, pulling and blocking, until finally, someone wrapped their arms around her from behind.
"Sibei, stop." He endured her blows and kicks.
She didn’t even look to see who it was, thrashing wildly. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Sibei!"
His sharp cry made her realize who it was, and she regained a sliver of clarity.
Kneeling together on the ground, he held her tightly from behind, as if trying to fuse her into his very being.
Huang Guifen, Ye Ling, and Ye Nianwen still tried to charge forward, but many hands held them back, many bodies blocked their path.
Surrounded by mountains and seas of people, they encircled the family, restraining their frenzied actions.
Ye Sibei was battered by the relentless downpour, staring at a world that seemed determined to bury them alive.
Cradled in Qin Nan's arms, she wailed, her back hunched in despair.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Aaaaaahhhh!"
Watching Fan Jiancheng being escorted away, she screamed and sobbed, over and over.
For the first time, she felt utterly crushed by this world.
No more expectations. No more hope. No more beauty. No more resistance.
The flickering candle in the darkness of her soul was finally extinguished by a violent gust of wind.
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