In the dim and damp dungeon.
An oil lamp hung from the ceiling, which could go out at any moment, flickered softly, emitting a faint light that barely illuminated the entire cell.
The floor was covered with moldy weeds, and a stinking toilet sat in the corner. At the far end was a wooden bed where two people were sitting. Looking closely, it was actually Li Jiang and Li Xiaoming.
"I never imagined," Li Jiang sighed deeply, "that I, Li Jiang, would fall to this fate."
"Father, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I've involved you in this," Li Xiaoming said, filled with guilt.
"What's the use of saying that now?" Li Jiang shook his head.
"Father, please think of a way. You must have a way," Li Xiaoming said, his face full of hope.
"A way?" Li Jiang gave a bitter smile: "We've been locked up in a dungeon, what can I possibly do?"
"Father..."
