They may have once been the pillars of their families, perhaps even the elite of society, but now they spend their days in this cramped cell, one after another.
The morning sunlight streamed through the iron bars onto them, but it couldn't illuminate the darkness within their hearts.
And most people were actively behaving.
Some were crafting handiwork, others were cleaning.
Li Xiaosheng joined in, his gaze fixed firmly on the work in his hands.
His fingers were very nimble, as he delicately wove together an exquisite piece of handiwork.
Eventually, Li Xiaosheng's work earned the recognition of the prison guards.
A burly guard came over and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, your craftsmanship is very good."
Li Xiaosheng smiled slightly and humbly said, "Thank you for the compliment, I will continue to work hard."
Li Xiaosheng's praise caught the attention of those three men from before.
Afterward, they went to the canteen to get their meals.
Li Xiaosheng queued up.
