trap rose

The sunlight outside the window shone through the curtains on Wen Mian's face, and her face gradually turned rosy.

A few days later, Wen Mian's condition truly stabilized.

And Zhang Huasheng did not appear again.

Chen Meiqi knows that some things take time to resolve, and her most important task now is to protect Wen Mian.

In the prison, dim lights illuminate every corner. Li Xiaosheng, wearing dark prison uniform, was slowly walking towards the cafeteria. His steps were a little heavy, and there was a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his eyes. His prison uniform has his serial number printed on the left chest, and an eye-catching "Newcomer" label on the back.

Suddenly, several burly inmates walked over from the side. Walking at the front was a man with a scar on his face and fierce eyes. The prison uniform on his body was a little loose, but it still couldn't hide the strength of his muscles.

The scarred man stared at Li Xiaosheng coldly, with the corner of his mouth raised: "Newcomer, this position belongs to us."

Li Xiaosheng's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you took this position first."

The scarred man laughed disdainfully: "Excuse! If you don't give me a beating, you don't know the rules here."

As soon as he finished speaking, several inmates nearby swarmed up and pushed Li Xiaosheng to the ground. During the punches and kicks, Li Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and held his head in his hands, trying to protect his vital parts. The corners of his eyes began to turn red, but he never made any whining sound.

Other inmates were watching, some with expressionless faces, while others showed expressions of gloating. The noise in the cafeteria gradually disappeared, leaving only the dull sound of Li Xiaosheng being beaten.

After an unknown amount of time, the beating finally stopped. Li Xiaosheng was lying on the ground, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth. His prison uniform was somewhat tattered and covered in dust.

He slowly raised his head, with a hint of reluctance and determination in his eyes. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth vigorously, trying to look stronger. He knew that this was just the beginning of his prison life and that there would be more challenges waiting for him in the future.

The scarred man walked up to him and smiled contemptuously: "Newcomers, remember, you have to learn to bow your head here."

Li Xiaosheng did not respond, but stood up silently. He dusted himself off, then turned and walked towards the food in the cafeteria. He knew that even if he was beaten, he still had to eat, because only by maintaining his strength could he have a chance to face the next challenge.

When picking up meals, Li Xiaosheng tried his best to avoid the overbearing inmates. He chose a corner seat and ate in silence alone. His meals are simple, just a spoonful of vegetables and a small piece of brown rice. Still, he cherished every bite of food because he knew it was his only source of nutrition.

While eating, Li Xiaosheng couldn't help but think of his past carefree life.

The corners of his eyes were moist again, but he quickly wiped away the tears and kept himself awake.

He knew that crying would only make him weaker. In this cruel environment, only the strong can survive.

After eating, Li Xiaosheng returned to his cell. It was dark and damp, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air. His fellow inmates were cold and dangerous people. He knew he needed to be careful to avoid getting into trouble.

In a corner of the cell, Li Xiaosheng found a relatively clean place.