By now, Yang Yi had lived in prison for over a year, with just one more month until he reached a year and a half.
Others in prison count the days on their fingers, feeling like each day lasts a year, hoping to get out one day sooner. As for Yang Yi, however, he experienced years as if they were just days; it felt like only yesterday that he had arrived, and then, in the blink of an eye, more than a year had passed.
Yang Yi didn't find it boring at all. He was like a sponge, madly absorbing everything he could learn, as well as everything useful. One must know that the prisoners here varied, but they shared one common trait: they were all elites among criminals.
Those who commit petty thefts, hold a gun to someone's head for pocket change, or are small-time thieves who pick locks aren't qualified to be locked up in Pelican Bay Prison.
