C206 Visits

One month ago, in A City Prison.

"Who are you?"

Linailian's face was sallow, her hair was dry and rough, her hands that had not been maintained for a long time were covered with dense, ugly veins like tree roots. She looked at the unknown woman in front of her with a face full of wariness, her eyes filled with distrust.

When the half dim light shone onto her exquisite face