Chapter 7: The Other No. 13
Serious angst warning in this chapter. This chapter…is one that I’ve been both dreading and looking forward to translating. It’s truly a key moment in both Ye Xiao’s and Su Mu’s character development, but the pain never fades no matter how many times I read it.
2:45 PM, Nanshan Prison.
The cold and stuffy interrogation room was abnormally tranquil.
Two criminal investigators and one prisoner, with none of them speaking.
The sky outside the window was dusky and dark clouds enveloped everything with a heavy pressure as though rain would be imminent.
The lighting inside the room was not very good; the old light above their heads continued to flicker. Under the random flashes, the emaciated young man sat motionless in a chair like a statue. His head was buried under his crossed legs to hide his face in the depths of the shadows.
There were still rusted fetters on his bare ankles, and he was wearing the same white straitjacket as before. But now, there was a large, shocking crimson bloodstain dyeing the chest area of his clothing.
Of course, this dried blood was not his own.
Sitting across from the youth with the table between them was Ye Xiao, who used one hand to prop up his chin and the other hand to hold a pen.