C791 Suicide

Lin Yuzhen's hand stopped moving and continued to weave the sweater.

This was how it was in prison. Every day, she did all kinds of assembly line work, ate unnutritious food, and lived with different bad people.

It would be strange if he didn't go crazy.

At least to Lin Yuzhen, it was not too much to call this place hell.

Early in the morning.

The prison dormitory was not big