Chapter 135 - 134 This is a Tragedy
In this world, there are few truly good people and few truly bad people; most are ordinary, neither particularly good nor bad.
Within the ranks of the prison guards, of course, there are those who, after a long time, feel absolutely nothing towards the prisoners, seeing them as nothing but walking corpses. Yet, many more guards are still affected by the emotions of the prisoners.
Compassion is inherent in everyone.
Looking at Brian’s condition, not to mention Yang Yi, even Clint or that other guard whose name Yang Yi didn’t yet know, felt a wave of discomfort in their hearts.
Brian’s face was pale, his aged features displayed only endless sorrow. His eyes, which had just been anxious and full of hope, were now lifelessly dim. To say he felt ’as if his heart had died’ was exactly to describe Brian’s state.
Brian looked up at Yang Yi, then began to slowly turn around. The shackles on his feet weren’t the sort with chains like the ones Hank wore, but rather several movable iron blocks, probably weighing over a dozen pounds, so his turning motion was very slow, looking quite pitiful.
Suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, Yang Yi said, "Wait, do you... smoke?"
Brian stopped turning and looked at Yang Yi, speaking in a low voice, "Thank you."