Bai Yiyi slept at home, and after lunch, Qing Feng drove her to the prison.
Since it was arranged, Bai Yiyi met Li En very smoothly in the visiting room.
In the few months since they had last met, Li En seemed even more haggard and aged, his stubble having grown about a centimeter without being shaved off.
His clothes seemed too large, or perhaps he had lost weight. They hung loosely on his body. His eyes were cloudy. When he saw Bai Yiyi, there was no particular reaction, no joy apparent on his face.
"Elder Brother Li."
Bai Yiyi picked up the phone on the table and brought it to her ear, calling out gently.
The originally indifferent expression of Li En cracked slightly at the soft, gentle call of 'Elder Brother Li,' showing a faint change of emotion.
"Yiyi, if there's anything you want to say, just say it." It was only a faint change, which then quickly reverted to his usual indifference.
