Lin Yuan nodded firmly, "It's true. I've heard that the prisons are gloomy and damp, with no sunlight the whole day through. Moreover, if you're locked up with other criminals, there's a chance of getting beaten. People like us, the common folk, have neither connections nor silver to support Lin Dashuan, let alone find someone to take care of him there. I guess, in less than seven years, he would probably..."
She left her sentence hanging, but Lin Yuan knew that Gui Zhi understood. Not to mention seven years, even one might be too much to bear.
Despite her kindness, Gui Zhi was clear-headed. Their family had just about enough silver to get by, how could they spare any to pull strings for Lin Dashuan? So Lin Yuan believed that Gui Zhi would keep this conversation to herself and definitely not tell Lin Ershuan. However, she would certainly take in Xiao He.
