I checked into a small hotel upon getting to Guangzhou, for my husband and his family didn’t want me to come home anymore.
I lived with my husband’s family after getting married. Since the persecution began, they had been frequently harassed and home-searched by 610 and police.
My husband left soon after accompanying me to the hotel. He was glacial to me. Sorrow surged through me. But it was gone in an instant. After all, it was nothing compared with what I had gone through behind walls.
At 8:00p.m., I called a fellow practitioner who just got out of the brainwashing gulag, asking her if she could bring me a copy of Zhuan Falun.
She readily said yes and reached the hotel an hour later, bringing me a pocket-sized electric book, in which over twenty copies of Master Li’s works were recorded.
I read the book in my room alone until 4:00a.m. next day, without feeling tired or sleepy. The more I read, the clearer my head became, and the surer my heart felt, knowing how to walk the path ahead.