C416 I'm Sorry You Have to Die

Qin Zhao was lying on a wooden bed with a cigarette in his mouth. He was looking at the air-conditioning unit behind the door without moving. On a table not far from the bed were a few white lunchboxes and an unopened bottle of white wine.

It was already late at night, and this was the fourth time Qin Zhao woke up. Ye Zichen chucked the cigarette into the trash bin with his handcuffed hands