Shen Zhiyi paused for a while before she understood the meaning of "solitary confinement room." She knew some parents used "the dark room" to discipline their children, making them face the wall and reflect, but the solitary confinement room here represented something more formal and more cold.
Locking a child in such a cold, dark, and narrow place was unimaginable to her.
Shen Zhiyi was lost for words for a long time, and Pei Yu touched her cheek with the back of his hand, "Scared?"
His hand was also cold, but Shen Zhiyi had no intention of pulling away. She frowned, "How many times have you been in here?"
Pei Yu didn't answer immediately.
Many times.
Among his siblings, he undoubtedly best met Father Pei's expectations. Still, he always disappointed his father. The solitary confinement room had been prepared for him from the start, and Pei Yu had spent most of his childhood here.