I don’t know how I ended up in this place. Prison life is unbearable; every woman here is a freak. They don’t like , and all the dirty, tiring work is left to alone.
I don’t know how they found out that she’s a bad woman. It was only after that when I truly understood what hell ans – actual hell.
At night, while I sleep, suddenly soone stands by my bed, staring at wordlessly with a cold gaze, scaring to the bone.
What’s worse, I often get beaten for no reason, several tis to the point of vomiting blood, and I’m not even allowed to report it to the authorities. If I do, the next beating is even more severe.
Despite being injured, I still have to wash the clothes of an entire cell and clean the toilets. If I don’t comply, they beat until I submit.
In the winter, they strip of my clothes and make stand under the cold water until I’m chillingly soaked. A few tis I’ve had high fevers and thought I might be released from this suffering.
Perhaps the saying is true: "A scourge lasts for a thousand years."
All I did was like soone. What’s wrong with liking soone? Why do they have to treat this way? I can’t understand it.
I’ve only been in prison for a few years, but it feels like decades. I’ve aged a lot, my skin has yellowed and roughened, and my hands look like those of an old peasant woman’s—dark and coarse. Lately my health is getting worse, and I’ve nearly fainted several tis while doing the laundry.
I’m driven nearly insane by the torture from those female inmates. It must be the work of that ruthless Lan Tian—she’s afraid Mo Junhua might like , so she’s plotting to kill at all costs.
When I can’t take it anymore, I want to see Mo Junhua. I’ve made requests to the higher-ups, but Mo Junhua never cos. I know it must be Lan Tian stopping him, that vile, petty woman. Sooner or later, Mo Junhua will see her true colors.
I know I’m not going to last much longer. Lately, I’ve been sleeping more and more, lazily unable to muster any energy. The only visitor I had in prison was Chu Yang—sothing I never expected, but I wish he hadn’t co.
The news Chu Yang brought was devastating to . He told Lan Tian went to study in Beijing, at Jing University no less. Mo Junhua was worried she would suffer and followed her to Beijing. As I listened, I cried, not believing any of it could be true.
Lately, I’ve been dreaming a lot. My dreams are beautiful and completely different from what I’ve endured—so beautiful that I don’t want to wake up, just keep sleeping, and spend a lifeti in that dream.
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