She looked up to look at the door that had imprisoned her freedom, only to find that there was endless darkness around her.
It's as black as a black hole.
Bottomless pitch black.
She looked at the darkness around her, covered her face with her hands, and cried with a "wow", crying fragile and pitiful.
She always thought that she could be strong, and she always thought that she could hold back her tears.
At this point, it dawned on her that it was a naïve joke.
She hated her, hated her, hated her.
Hate why he is so cruel to himself Why did he believe in her all the world, but he didn't believe it I hate why I provoked a ruthless man like him when I was infatuated So much so that now it has ended up in such a miserable situation So she was doing it all to herself She didn't know.
Maybe never know.
Her tears are like a spring, her sorrow is spreading, her heart is on an isolated island, and she is only accompanied by darkness.
The night was deep, and the darkness was even worse.
She didn't know how long she cried, how long she was hurt, how she finally fell asleep on the cold iron bed under her, and then how she woke up with her red and swollen eyes on the pillow soaked with tears.
When she opened her eyes, her surroundings were not as dark as they had been last night, but dark.
Although the cell was not lit at the moment, she could still see the contents of the cell clearly, and she saw the rusty iron table and stool in the center of the cell, and saw the black and white cell door that was completely sealed.
She turned her head to look at the ceiling, and saw that there was a ventilated square opening at the top of the ceiling, and the square looked up at the clear blue sky, and she guessed that the light in the room was coming in from that opening.
She looked at the clear and cloudless sky and felt in her heart.
It was dawn so soon The weather looks really good today.
If you go to the garden to fly a kite today, you will definitely be able to fly high and far But what does the weather have to do with her, a poor prisoner imprisoned here?
What does it matter to her whether the kite flies high or not?
It doesn't matter.
Because all that happiness will not belong to her.
Only pain is her eternal companionship.
She closed her eyes, and hot tears burst out of her eyes in an instant, soaking the soft sideburns from the corners of her eyes, and there was nothing more tragic than this.
She longs for freedom.
But they are not free.
"Knock knock."
Suddenly, there were several knocks outside the door.
Startled, she opened her red, drenched eyes and looked at the closed black and white door, which was closed, and she did not see who was standing outside, only the sound of someone opening the lock with a key.
She guessed someone was coming.
So what is that man here to do?
Whether to bring her breakfast or take her to court for trial Frightened, she sat up on the bed and shrunk into the corner.
But before she could shrink into the corner, the door had been opened.
The men were two police officers guarding the makeshift cell, one with a large bunch of keys and the other with a tray containing a variety of rich breakfasts, all of which she loved to eat on a daily basis.
She saw a tray of pastries such as cranberry sandwiches, bacon rolls, potato scones, pudding cakes, etc., a bowl of steaming seafood porridge with half a crab in the main food section, and a pair of disposable gloves and knives, forks and spoons in the cutlery section. oshow7 t1706231537: