C163 I Heard You're Getting Married

It was night.

A cool breeze blew.

The cool cell was as quiet as usual. The only difference was that there was a bright candle flame in one of the cells. On the brand new sandalwood table, there was a portrait of someone who had nothing to do and had nothing to do to draw.

"Boss, your drawing is pretty good. I didn't expect you to have such craftsmanship. Teach me another day."

"Boss