In the shadows of a stinking, lightless cell, Song Yunping was clutching the cell bars.
"Some water," he cried out. "I want some water."
After he shouted for half a day, two jailers came over with displeased expressions.
"What are you shouting about?" one asked in displeasure.
"Some tea," Song Yunping said without good will.
The two jailers stared.
"I say, Song Yunping. It seems that you are getting more and more comfortable in this jail?" the other said.
It was damn difficult.
In the past, he feigned humility and served the Fang Family. Although he felt like he was suffering at the time, he bit down and said that one cannot achieve glory without trials and tribulations. He sometimes recalled that time of his life and admired himself. He felt it was just like the suffering that
