She shuddered, and behind her, Hua Qiong began to cry out with "ah, ah," her voice filled with anger and unwillingness, yet she tightly grasped her wrist, her eyes earnest. Though Hua Qiong could not speak, her encouragement and trust were clear to see.
In the solitary cell, the remaining lamp flickered, the ground was covered with blood and flesh, and the woman kneeling in the adjacent cell faced the most tragic separation of life and death.
There was a piercing chill and bleakness, with a heavy atmosphere bearing down, almost suffocating.
Hua Qiong's tears fell onto her hand like broken strings, yet she struggled to offer a comforting and fearless smile.
That smile, trembling in the lamp's shadow, was unexpectedly radiant, as if reflecting some light back.
Such a strong woman, such a tragic fate, such an unacceptable conclusion...
She trembled.
Jin Siyu immediately stepped forward, supporting her, and asked softly, "What do you want to say?"
