Just like the female prisoners in the same cell as her, some of them seemed to be quiet, some were arrogant and indifferent, and some were dull, but who knew how many secrets they were hiding?
Just like every night, in the dead of the night, the woman sleeping on the upper bunk would shiver in fear in her sleep. The woman on the lower bunk opposite her would cry secretly every night, and she would look at a photo that had her head dug out all day long!
These women, perhaps none of them had a more miserable past than Rong nuo!
