Waiting for A New Day, Or Death (2)

However, everything that was playing out before him was so unbelievably real.

Mu Donglin witnessed everything and saw Mu Xichen fall to the ground. Immediately, he felt as though he had been pushed over, hitting the floor with a thud.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by darkness.

It was so pitch black that even the air reeked of hopelessness.

Mu Donglin clearly realized where he was.

He was lying down on the wooden bench in the prison cell.

The bench was long and wide, not even close to a bed.

This prison looked better than the one Mu Xichen was in.

Even though it seemed like only a dream.

However, Mu Donglin felt an indescribable sense of emptiness in his heart. At the same time, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

He felt suffocated, as though he would die even before he was executed.

Mu Donglin stared into the endless night in a daze, in an all consuming silence.