Outside, the weather was freezing, and inside the prison, it was even darker and more damp. As soon as the door opened, a musty smell hit him.
Using the flickering light from the wall, Tang Yuan found Jiang Qingyu's cell.
She had already changed into prison clothes and was curled up in a corner, freezing. Her head was buried in her knees, her face obscured from view, only her disheveled hair was visible.
Through the cell door, Tang Yuan called out, "Qingyu."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyu's back stiffened for a moment. She then lifted her head, and once she saw Tang Yuan's face clearly, she knew she wasn't dreaming. Her heart leaped with joy, and she quickly stood up to approach him, "Second Master, I knew you would definitely come to see me."
Seeing Tang Yuan unmoved, she whispered, "Second Master, I've missed you so much these past few days."
Tang Yuan remained silent.
Jiang Qingyu sensed something was amiss and tentatively asked, "Second Master?"
