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... de the prison, it was even darker and more damp. As soon as the door opened, a musty smell hit him.
Using the flickering light from the wall, Tang Yuan found Jiang Qingyu’s cell.
She had already changed into prison clothes and was curled up in a corner, freezing. Her head was buried in her knees, her face obscured from view, only her disheveled hair was visible.
Through the cell door, Tang Yuan called out, "Qingyu."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyu’s back stiffened ...
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