A sharp pain, like a needle piercing his heart, shot through Jiang Xinghai as rage ignited within him.
He silently calculated just how much his parents must have suffered over the past five years.
But he couldn't show his anger, lest he arouse Tan Yuan's suspicion.
So, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and followed Tan Yuan to the front of Prison Cell One.
When he saw the scene inside, his eyes grew moist.
The woman in the cell seemed to be asleep. Her face was haggard, her hair a tangled mess, and she looked incredibly thin and frail.
But he recognized her at a single glance. It was his mother, Ji Qingya!
Five years!
'Is this how my parents spent the last five years?'
He fought back his grief. His heart shattered as he looked at his mother's state.
Ji Qingya's face and figure were no longer those of the beautiful, graceful woman she once was. Now, she resembled a terribly gaunt old woman.
