Jiangbei Second Detention Center.
The rusty iron-gray gate slowly opened inward with an ear-piercing creak.
Then, a young man carrying a burlap sack walked out.
The sunlight was a bit blinding, and he squinted his eyes instinctively.
"Xiao Shuai, go out and be a good person, don't come back."
The old prison guard leaned against the wall, his tone carrying the usual warning.
The young man grinned, showing two rows of clean white teeth.
"Don't worry, uncle, if I come back again, I'll be your grandson."
The old prison guard shook his head helplessly and waved him away:
"Hurry up and get lost."
Xiao Shuai didn't look back again, he took a deep breath of the freedom in the air outside.
Even with the mix of exhaust fumes, it smelled ten thousand times better than the moldy air inside.
Finally, he's out.
These three months were barely a human existence.
He still feels both unfortunate and lucky now.
