Bam bam bam——
The lights on the ceiling of the workshop dimmed sequentially until they were completely out.
Chen Ya walked out of the workshop, handing the basket in his hand over. The prison guard in charge of sorting checks ticked a box in his workbook.
"Chen Ya, ten pieces, oh wait, nine pieces, one is defective."
The prison guard, while recording, picked out a piece of blood-stained clothing with crooked stitching from the basket and tossed it aside.
Chen Ya furrowed his brows slightly and joined his cellmates in line, heading back to their cell.
Cell 2104.
The lights went out at 11 PM. Several inmates crawled into their beds and closed their eyes. For some reason, tonight felt especially exhausting. Barely had they slipped under the covers when they all fell sound asleep.
In the midst of this quiet, Chen Ya gently lifted his blanket and quietly climbed out of bed.
