Huang Yi flew over the blood-colored plains until evening, and seeing it was about time for dinner, he logged off.
Getting up from the bed in his cell, Huang Yi went to the window and gazed into the distance.
Outside, a few sparse sprouts of green grass had appeared, bringing a hint of spring to this harsh Rose Prison.
In the blink of an eye, he had spent another year in this prison, yet still had no idea when he might leave here and truly welcome freedom.
Life is like a novel, requiring a long prologue before reaching the exhilarating moments. Countless dull days must be endured in silence before the moment of realizing one's dreams arrives.
There are tens of thousands of nights in life, but when you look back through the novel of life, only a few pages remain memorable—the rest serves merely as a buildup to those pages.
