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“Who am I?” The female coldly laughed but she did not continue her words.

Even though she cannot see her expression, Qing Feng did not missed the tone of disdain and unwillingness. The story behind this person must not be ordinary.

Not sure if it was hungry or tiredness or some other reasons, Qing Feng felt a bit dizzy and the waves of pain in her chest reminded her how ruthless the blow Yan Hong Tian gave. Qing Feng did not forget how crazy the female was the night before and retreated a few steps. Seated with her back against the cell door, she casually asked, “Have you been here for a long time?”

“Not long.” The female was silent for a while. Just as Qing Feng thought that she will not speak any more, she replied softly, “Only seven or eight years.”

Only seven or eight years? She was crouching and hiding in the shadows. Qing Feng could only vaguely see that she is really thin and the prisoner clothes were tattered and dirty till the original colour cannot be seen. Her dishevelled loose hair was all over her back and covered her facial features.

Seven or eight years…

The spilt rotten porridge emitted a stench of bad smell with the always dark cold prison cell, it would never be warm here or hope. Seven or eight years… Perhaps she will not even last for seven or eight days. If she were to spend the rest of her life here, she would rather die!

The metal door suddenly moved a little and the small square opening below once again open. The person outside paused and he seems to have seen the spilled bowl of rotten porridge on the floor

“You don’t want to eat, then don’t eat for these few days.” The man angrily shouted from outside the door. The corners of Qing Feng’s lips raised not caring about what he has just said. This kind of rotten food, she would rather starved to death than to eat.

Just as Qing Feng was laughing arrogantly, the guard standing outside brutally kicked her. Even though it was not kicked directly at her, but she was leaning against the cell door and that force from the kick went through the door an onto her chest. Qing Feng felt that her surroundings turned dark and a bout of heat flowed out of her throat.

Qing Feng gently raise her hands to wipe her lips and the dark red blood stain her fingertips. Qing Feng frowned, it seems that she will die in this prison is not even seven or eight days.

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