Once he was unjustly imprisoned, Shuoer thought that he had been so low and low throughout his life.
The lantern flickered, and the dim light illuminated Shuoer's beautiful and battered face, as well as the pale and stern profile of the visitor.
Shuoer bit the visitor's wrist, and the taste of blood filled his mouth, fishy and sweet.
She didn't know that her life, which was as miserable as a monk's, would continue to be sweet.
The beautiful prisoner vs the sickly and weak warden
