Qi Lin leaned weakly against the cold, damp wall, and the whipping of whips and the cowardly cries of prisoners were heard in his ears, as well as the sound of unknown small insects crawling through the hay. There was a broken rice bowl lying not far away, and the rats in the cell were disgusted and directly overturned the bowl. She licked her parched lips, her hair sticking to her face like withered grass, and she didn't even bother to lift her hand to caress it. Outside the small window, there was no moon in sight, only the pale moonlight shining through the pane on the dim floor. She thought of the Buddha, and the Buddha said: This is a world of whirlwind, and wrestling is regret. No regrets, no matter how much happiness you are given, you will not experience happiness. Qi Lin pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, this person who came over was holding a pearl in his hand and staring at everyone......