Sunlight penetrated the high city wall through the crack in the door. The moment the door opened, Shen Qing smelled the humidity in the air. She took a long breath, which seemed to be the smell of freedom. The land under her feet gave her a strong sense of unreality. She had no luggage and left the prison where she had been imprisoned for five years alone.
A black car parked in a secret location outside the prison. Inside the car was a man with sharp eyebrows, holding a cigarette in his hand, staring intently at Shen Qing's back, with a contemptuous expression on his face and a faint smile on his lips.
No one knew what he was thinking. There was only the sound of burning cigarettes in the closed space, which was silent and gray.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
