City Suburb Women's Prison——
Ying Jiuming, having finished his tasks, finally found time to visit Zhuanzhuan. After following the prison guard inside, since they were acquaintances, the guard didn't keep a close watch and stayed a bit distant instead.
Ying Jiuming sat on the chair, looking at Zhuanzhuan through a thick layer of glass. His sharp eyes slightly narrowed, as he keenly noticed that Jiang Zhuanzhuan seemed to have changed quite a bit since the last time he visited.
"Sorry to bother you." Zhuanzhuan slouched her shoulders, her whole being pale and thin as if her vitality had been drained, except for her eyes which were dark and bright. When she looked at people, it seemed she could burn them.
"It's fine!" Ying Jiuming felt pent-up frustration in his heart and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. He wanted to ask how Zhuanzhuan had been recently, but realized that would be sarcastic. Who can really have a good life in prison?
