Compared to the hustle and bustle on the women's cell side, this side of the men's cell was deadly quiet.
The only sound to be heard was the faint crackling of the torch stuck near the cell door.
Old Qin, since entering, remained hunched in a corner, completely motionless. His expression was blank as if reflecting on some grave matter, entirely ignorant of the slow passage of time.
The others were silent too.
After a long while, Qin Yi rose, slowly walking over to sit beside Old Qin.
The noise of the dragging chains stirred Old Qin, who couldn't help but look up at him.
"Dad."
Qin Yi softly said, his eyes red, choking on a thousand words, which finally turned into a long sigh.
Old Qin gave a slight nod, then gently patted his arm.
"Ah! Life, fate! It's just like this …"
Saying this, he lifted his head, looking at the top of the cell, forcibly swallowing the bitter sentiment rising in his heart.
"Dad!"