"Li Beicheng, can't handle this?"
Yan Xiaye looked at him with a hint of a mocking smile, her expression calm as she continued, "The taste of prison is far more unbearable than this. I could walk out clear-headed, all thanks to you and Yan Shuirou's ruthlessness."
The madness in Li Beicheng's eyes paused for a moment, "You..."
"What do you mean 'you'?"
The man lying at her feet was truly detestable. Yan Xiaye lifted her foot and kicked him, "If it weren't for the hatred towards you as a support, I might have died in prison or reemerged as a madwoman."
During those dark five years in prison, there were not a few insane prisoners.
Among them, there might have been others like her, wrongfully imprisoned, but none received any sympathy.
Apart from oneself, no one could be trusted, no one could be relied upon.
Fortunately, all of that was in the past.
