In the quiet interrogation room, Gong Jianqin slowly said, "In the beginning, it was just a house in my eyes. Of course, I also liked it very much. Its layout is so perfect. The living room is always full of sunshine. I really wanted to live there. Occasionally, when I was mistreated by clients or managers and needed to vent, I’d run up alone and sit on the balcony to watch the clouds. This became my secret little house. I talked to myself about my troubles. It just listened. Gradually, if I didn’t go there every day, I would feel uncomfortable. If I didn’t see it, my inner anxiety was like that of a smoker without cigarettes or an alcoholic without alcohol. As soon as I walked into its clean living room, I would calm down soon after...”

"I spent more and more time there. I touched every wall and kissed every floor. I even made love with it. Of course, from your viewpoint, it’s just masturbation with toys stuck onto the wall, but that feeling was wonderful. I was in it, it was in me..." Gong Jianqin said this as if she...