After Huang Yi logged off, he stretched lazily, got out of bed, and came to the window to look outside for a while.
The sun had already set, the world was shrouded in darkness, and beyond the horizon lay an endless ocean, hiding the outside world from view.
He wondered how much longer he would have to endure in this oppressive prison?
Turning around, he noticed that his cellmate had left him a dinner, quietly placed on the ground.
He used the restroom, washed his hands thoroughly, then picked up the tray and sat down at the table.
The food was cold, the oil on the dishes had solidified, but there was no other choice but to eat what was provided.
Just like countless times before, he picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a bite of food, put it in his mouth, and started chewing.
The taste of the cold dishes was not pleasant, so he took a few more bites of rice, eating greedily.
