In the cell of Zhongjiang Prison, the air was so humid that it seemed like it was dripping with water.
Shen Lian stood inside the iron gate, his prison uniform still smelling of the musty smell of the warehouse. His hands hung by his sides, his fingertips trembling slightly, as the extremely suppressed grief and anger were looking for an outlet.
The prisoners around him were like sharks smelling blood, their eyes wandering over him with naked malice. Some people whistled, some laughed, and more people just watched indifferently, waiting to see how the newcomers would be swallowed up by this place.
Shen Lian lowered his eyelids.
The face of my sister Song Xue flashed in my mind. That sixteen-year-old face still showed dependence on her brother. Photos of my parents were placed in the mourning hall, and the smoke from the incense candles blurred their smiles.
Everything is ruined.
And he is still alive, locked in this cage, and not even qualified to seek justice for his family.
"New guy, come here."
A rough voice interrupted Shen Lian's thoughts.
In the prison cafeteria, prisoners sat in a group with plates. Shen Lian walked in with a tray and instantly felt the focus of dozens of eyes.
