It's dark.
The spring breeze is gentle, making the night less chilly.
After passing through the bustling streets, the car finally stopped at the largest prison in Beijing—the East District Prison.
Fu Chi got off the car.
Looking at the grand yet solemn building in front of him, his eyes were always filled with chill.
Before long, he took a step forward and walked in. His special identity always allowed him to skip many tedious procedures and go straight to the point.
He took a seat in front of a glass pane.
About five minutes later.
The iron door inside opened, and a familiar figure appeared within his sight. No longer possessing the radiant beauty she once had, her face was now haggard. Silver strands of hair were showing amongst the black. Despite only a few months apart, she seemed to have aged ten years.
Upon seeing Fu Chi, Ke Qing was slightly surprised, but she quickly regained her composure and sat calmly across from him.
