The car stopped outside the prison. After stringent identity verification and appointment confirmation, Zhu Cheng, led by the prison guard, arrived at the visiting area. He chose the method of meeting with conversation through the glass, using a telephone.
After a moment's wait, the door on the opposite side opened. A man in prison clothes, hunched over, with graying, sparse hair, was wheeled in, and the prison guard helped him sit opposite the glass.
It was Wang Ge. Only a few years of imprisonment, yet he looked twenty years older than his real age. His eyes were sunken, his gaze cloudy, long gone was the "radiance" he had when stirring emotions in the media.
Wang Ge initially picked up the phone somewhat dazed, but when he realized it was Zhu Cheng, in a formal suit with a remarkable presence, sitting across the glass, his cloudy eyes widened, pupils contracted, the hand holding the phone shook violently, and his face instantly lost its color.
