Women’s prison.

The taste of being imprisoned is quite unbearable.

The cell is extremely damp, with a foul smell—a mix of post-rain mustiness combined with the scent of dried blood, further mingled with human excrement, making it even more pungent and nauseating.

The entire space is very dim, for it has not seen daylight in years, and even the air is turbid.

A normal person would not be able to endure a brief stay, let alone those who have been locked here for tens of days or even months; it’s sheer torment.

In the evening, when the sunset casts its light on the decaying city walls, the iron gates emit a chilling glow, and two burly instructors, like hellish shura, stand with taut faces, hands behind their backs, full of severity.

Even when the occasional wails and cries drift out from one of the cells, the instructors remain indifferent, expressionless.

This is prison.

Hell on earth.

This seems to be a corner discarded and forgotten by the world.

Just a wall’s width away, the outside is bright with sunset, yet inside the prison, the foul stench of decay and must pervades everywhere, forming a stark contrast.

Every additional day spent here makes a person more desperate.

Song Anqi stood by the window frame, looking up at the window, staring at the shifting stars outside, fantasizing about when she might get out...

But she knows in her heart that it is a long process. Perhaps by the time she gets out, she’ll be old and worn.

If she’s lucky, she might see her mother, who has become a vegetable lying in bed; if not, perhaps both her parents will be gone.

Thinking about this, the hatred in her eyes surfaces once more.

That damned Song Yinyin, she must be feeling quite triumphant now because she’s the last one laughing, yet she herself has lost everything...

The hatred in her heart, like venomous insects, pierces her bones; if Song Yinyin were right in front of her, she would undoubtedly pounce, devouring her flesh and blood...

"Hey, 3021, what are you doing here? This is my bed, move over!" someone jabbed her in the back with a finger.

She glared back, her eyes full of red blood vessels, scaring the person into retreating a step back instinctively.

The person was a short-haired woman in her thirties, with a non-native accent, shivering slightly at the sight.

Realizing that she was instantly outmatched in aura by Song Anqi, the short-haired woman, not content, dared to say: "Why are you glaring at me? Can’t I speak? This is my bed!"

Someone quickly reached to pull the short-haired woman.

"Newcomer, don’t provoke her. Haven’t you heard? Previously, the bully of this women’s prison, named Wang Dahua, was blinded by this venomous woman. If you don’t want to become a blind like Wang Dahua, don’t mess with her; once your liver and nose are gouged out, no one can save you."

Upon hearing this, the short-haired woman trembled.

There was no exaggeration in what this person said.

Previously, Wang Dahua and her underlings bullied Song Anqi daily; Song Anqi, unable to bear it anymore, had revelatory thoughts of revenge.

One time, while everyone was outside during break time, she pretended to accidentally trip Wang Dahua, who fell to the ground and was blinded by a bamboo stick inserted in the soil...

It is evident how ruthless Song Anqi was.

After hearing this, the short-haired woman closed her mouth, daring not to speak further.

Song Anqi cast a cold glance and then looked up again at the window above...

At this moment, someone at the door shouted: "3021, Song Anqi, come out!"