Number: 0713. Crime: None. Sentence: Life.
Su Mei opened her eyes and found herself thrown into Zero Star Prison, home to three thousand beastmen serving heavy sentences.
The entire interstellar world placed bets: there was no way she'd survive the first night.
[After the first night, Zero Star Prison was as quiet as a library.]
The prisoner in cell zero had once dismantled three warships with his bare hands and haunted the nightmares of half a star system. He stood behind blast-proof glass for the whole night, not daring to take a single step closer.
Afterward, he said only one thing:
"She has a scent. I'm afraid I'll lose control, and I'm afraid of frightening her."
Death-row inmates across the prison: "Boss, maybe put your claws away and stop blushing before you say that."
Su Mei: "All right, I'm here now."
She treated the hardened criminals like coworkers, made work schedules for the prison, organized cleaning contests, and opened up wasteland to plant roses.
Three months later, the worst prison in the interstellar world had become the only civilized institution with no riots and spices to export.
The entire interstellar world: "??? Weren't we told she wouldn't survive the first night?"
Su Mei smiled. "Sorry, my professional passion is workplace reform."
And the prisoner in cell zero, the one she'd "reformed," personally transformed the entire prison into a glass greenhouse.
All to grow a flower she'd casually called pretty.
He made just one request in his whole life:
"Let me come within three meters of you. Just three meters."
Su Mei: "...Don't look at me like that. Then we can talk."
