The reality was just as Wen Wen had thought: after he left, Cai Wenshang led the others, kneeling on the ground and loudly apologizing, and the rest followed suit, imitating Cai Wenshang's action, and soon the entire square echoed all kinds of apologies.
There were those that had profound realizations, those that belittled themselves, and those that seemed to have no other choice; in any case, it was quite a spectacle.
Ning Zhewan, standing on the platform above, hooked a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, for he no longer had the strength to do anything else.
The faces on his body, one after another, emitted a fluorescent glow, then disappeared from Ning Zhewan's body with a smile.
They no longer had any regrets, and Ning Zhewan's body also gradually returned to normal.
Those standing below the platform, the voters, seemed to let go of some burdens in their hearts, making their apologies sound even more natural.
