Soon, Yang Cheng found a small, enclosed room with only a bed, a table, and a chair inside.
On the table was a yellowed diary. Yang Cheng picked it up and opened the first page, immediately recognizing the familiar handwriting.
It was his father's writing.
He turned the pages, one by one. The diary recorded each day since his father had been imprisoned.
"Day one, they locked me in this room. No windows, no sunlight, just a dim lamp. I know what they want to do, but I won't compromise."
"Day thirty, I tried to escape but was caught and brought back. They beat me, locked me in this room, and did not feed me. I've been missing for so long. Qing Yao must be worried about me. Does Xiaochen have enough money?"
At this point, the diary abruptly ended. There were some torn marks on the page, indicating that something important had been recorded, but someone discovered it and removed it.
Yang Cheng's hand trembled as he held the diary, his eyes red with emotion.
