Prison Ink

The ink stains the beacon smoke, and the pen determines life and death. Shen Yan stirred up troubled times with a paintbrush, but was defeated by warlord Lu Zheng with a shot and locked into the art academy. The iron shackles on the wrists are both a cage and a barrier. He protected him from open and hidden arrows, withstood the flash of swords and shadows, and built a wall with his back in the hail of bullets; he glimpsed the tenderness under paranoia in the confinement, and discerned the sincerity in plunder in the fragrance of ink. From Magnolia in Peking to Wupeng in Jiangnan, from the game of life and death to staying together. When the smoke cleared, the iron-blooded commander disarmed, the fairy in the painting put pen to paper, and the two birds nestled on the branches - the most intense confinement finally became the warmest nest.