That night, Xiang Ergou found his lost self, feeling as if he had shed the shackles on his soul and returned to his true nature.
He slept soundly, like a carefree dog.
"Gou?"
A muddled voice entered his ears, and he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. All he saw was a circle of heads surrounding his pillow, all looking down at him with unfathomable expressions.
His heart sank, and he saw a pillow slam down heavily, smothering his face.
He struggled desperately, but felt invisible hands pressing down on his arms, abdomen, thighs, and ankles, one after another, blocking his escape.
If this was when he had just entered the prison, he would definitely have the strength to break free.
But now, everyone ate the same sticky, gluey food each day—enough to survive, not enough to thrive. The disparity in strength came down to numbers.
Nine to one!
Xiang Ergou couldn't move, and his muffled sobs came from the pillow covering his head.
