Shen Qing's Death (1)

The night gradually darkened. The winter night was always especially cold. If one walked outside, the north wind seemed to be able to blow into one's bones.

In the gloomy prison, the wind blew in through the narrow window, making the people in the prison shiver. Shen Qing wrapped the broken quilt tightly around her body, revealing only her head. She stood up with difficulty and tried to close the window.

However, even if she stood on her tiptoes, she could not reach it. A moment later, she gave up on it, afraid that if she used too much strength, she would only make herself weaker.

When the guard who came to patrol saw this scene, he only smiled and stood there to watch, but he did not go forward to help. People who were in such a gloomy place for a long time would more or less be a little distorted. Probably for the guards, watching the prisoners suffer had become a form of entertainment, at least for now.