"1066, you have been released without charge." The solemn voice of the prison guard echoed, and the sound of a door lock being opened came down the prison corridor.
The iron door swung open. Inside the narrow five-square-meter cell, a man dressed in a grey prison uniform sat on the wooden bed.
The guard had seen thousands of prisoners, but none of them wore the grey prison uniform as dashingly as he did.
If it were anyone else, wearing that uniform would undeniably designate them as a convict fallen into the hands of justice.
The thin long-sleeved prison uniform did not actually fit; for Hou Muyan's build, the prison assigned him a size M uniform.
However, his limbs were longer, and his wrists protruded from beneath the sleeves, pale to the point of almost glowing, while the trousers only reached three-quarters of the way down his legs, the bones of his ankles sharp and faintly red.
