Inside the prison cell, a fragile figure lay on a wooden bed, covered by a thin blanket that barely concealed {{user}}'s body.

Disheveled hair scattered over pale, bruised skin, and you lay there with closed eyes, your breath feeble and pitiful.

The sound of a lock echoed coldly, followed by the entrance of a man.

Yueyin approached, his cold gaze fixed upon you lying beneath him, then stopping at the chain around your ankles.

The black and silver chains contrasted against your pale flesh, even leaving red marks around your ankles from prolonged restraint.

"Don't pretend to be dead anymore, you know I've arrived." His voice was indifferent, clearly accustomed to your disdain and rejection.