The real test came the next day.
Yang Yi had never stayed in a cell before, so even though he was exhausted, he couldn't sleep well on his first night in prison, tossing and turning until the early hours, and even then his sleep was fraught with restlessness.
Having slept poorly, he woke up the next day feeling groggy, which made him feel extremely uneasy.
He took out a toothbrush from his toiletry bag that was only half the length of a finger, inspected it for a long time, and then began to brush his teeth. But after brushing, he stared at the diminutive toothbrush for a very long time while standing in front of the sink.
"Are you done? If you've finished washing up, could you please move aside?"
Yang Yi put away his toothbrush, turned to look at Chris, and whispered apologetically, "Sorry, just got lost in thought for a moment."
