Before dawn, Zhuge Rou with her hair disheveled, walked in, dragging her exhausted body.
Her exposed skin was covered with numerous bruises and red marks, each looking so shockingly painful.
But the most terrifying was her face; her eyes were lifelessly open, unable to shed a single tear.
"Mother, mother, please speak," Hong Yulang cried as he hugged Zhuge Rou.
Zhuge Rou stroked Hong Yulang's hair, speaking softly.
"Yulang, mother is fine, everything I have done for my Yulang is worth it."
Outside the cell, the old prison guard, with his belt around his waist, strutted in, humming a tune, provocatively glancing at Hong Fang.
Hong Fang took a deep breath, his voice dry.
"You are satisfied now; it is time to fulfill your promise to me."
"Of course," the old prison guard pushed a poorly dressed young prisoner into the cell and dragged Hong Yulang out.
