Jiang se followed Cao Yu down the stairs. After walking for about an hour, she saw that the prisoners were all doing their handiwork. The silent indifference made her heart feel heavy.
That kind of lifeless feeling was hard to describe in words. This place was clearly bright and clean, but despair formed a haze and shrouded everyone's head.
Mo Anqi seemed to have been affected by this as well. The smile on her face faded as well. When she walked to the next prison cell, Jiang se saw a girl sitting on the floor and skillfully hooking a thread with her hands before the prison guards introduced her. Her eyes widened and she could not help but call out, "
"Dai Jia!" What was she doing here?
Jiang se could not help but grab the iron bars of the prison gate with both hands and lean her face closer.
"Please be careful."
Cao Yu reached out and pushed her away slightly. In the prison, Dai Jia turned a deaf ear to Jiang SE's shouts.