The dark and damp prison was filled with the smell of rancidity and despair. Chen Feng and Yun'er were like a pair of noble nobles, incompatible with this filthy place. Liu Hanjian, the once high-spirited person, is now crawling on the ground like an ant. Every step he took, the pain on his body was like thousands of needles pricking him, but there was only Yun'er in his eyes, the only light in his heart. When he finally climbed to Yun'er's feet, his hands trembled like fallen leaves in late autumn, and he tightly grasped Yun'er's delicate shoes, as if grasping the last hope in his life. Tears streamed down his face, and his voice was as hoarse as an old bellows: "Yun'er, I am Brother Hanjian, do you really not remember me? Yun'er, look at me, I am your Brother Hanjian..."
Yuner's eyes widened in horror, looking at Liu Hanjian like a monster. She jerked her foot back, took several steps back, and said in a sharp voice: "Who are you? I don't know you at all! Are you crazy? Don't come close to me!" Liu Hanjian seemed not to hear Yun'er's words. He fell into the vortex of memories and hugged Yun'er's legs desperately.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
