We had both been arrested. On the way to the detention centre, my legs trembled with fear and anxiety. I heard that that the detention centres were very evil and horrible and that some people had been beaten to death there.
It was already dark. Even though he couldn’t see me, he put his hand quietly on the back of my hand as if he already knew everything that was going on inside of me. His eyes looked at me serenely. I was deeply affected by his powerful, unselfish righteous thoughts, and my heart calmed down all of a sudden. Knowing that I was no longer nervous, he squeezed my hand tightly and did not speak any more.
When I saw him again, he had suffered a lot from torture. Those strong hands could no longer move. It was very hard to bear to see him in his miserable condition. But those eyes, which were the only things left that he had any control over, were still kind and tranquil.
“You have suffered so much. Have you ever had any doubts about Falun Dafa?” I asked. “I have never held any doubts about Teacher and Falun Dafa.” He spoke quietly, “It was a pity for me not be able to do more for Falun Dafa…” This was his only matter for regret in his life.
Before long he passed away due to his serious injuries. But I can always see his compassionate eyes. This is one of the great Falun Dafa disciples that I have witnessed. In fact, I am only telling a small part of his story. What he had done […] will make every kind being shed tears.
Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2002/4/8/14585.html
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