August 22 came.
At sundown, two guards took me to an office and put pen and paper before me, “Yiwen Tang! Your time will be up by tomorrow! This is your last chance! If you don’t write the guarantee of giving up Falun Gong, you’ll be sent to Study Class tomorrow!”
Sitting on a tiny plastic stool, I remained silent.
They started swearing hard at me, and one of them suddenly snorted with laughter while swearing, “Yiwen Tang! I really admire you! You are really good at enduring!” Then she ordered the other guard, “Take her to the conference room!”
The conference room was in another office building.
While limping slowly toward there with the guard, I had no idea what was awaiting me, nor did I think about it.
When I reached the conference room, I saw a high-ranking 610, whom I had met earlier, was talking to the chief of the Haizhu District 610 and the Sanshui vice chief.
Beside them sat a person I had not expected to see at the moment – my husband.
The 610 went up to me and announced —
“Yiwen Tang, I’ve come to inform you: You are going home tomorrow.”
“I won’t write anything or guarantee anything,” I said.
“You don’t have to write anything or guarantee anything. It’s an unconditional release. You are definitely going home tomorrow. Yiwen Tang, from my contact with you, I find you very tough and persistent.”
My husband went up to me handing me a small plastic bag, “Here are your dress and shoes, for you to wear tomorrow.”