At first, Zhao Shuxin wanted to smile as she expected her husband to appear in front of her. He would undoubtedly take her out of this hell and wrap her in his embrace.
But instead of her husband, the door to the visitation room opened, revealing a beautiful woman with waist-length hair. Her eyes were bright and clear, showing a genuine joy to see her. Her pale skin was a healthy kind and no blemish could be seen. And her lips curved up into a smile that made her shine brighter than any idols who stood in the spotlight.
Suddenly, Zhao Shuxin had a foreboding bad feeling and it grew quickly as time ticked.
"You! What are you doing here?!" Zhao Shuxin saw red in her eyes and banged on the glass separating the room into two; the side for the prisoners and the other was for the visitors.