Although Ji Ruyan tossed and turned yesterday, she still got up very early today.
Not for work, but to handle a major life event.
Indeed.
A major life event.
No longer the alluring temptation of stockings and short skirts, pencil pants paired with a blazer, her hair was also tied up, transforming into a dignified wife only to be admired from afar.
Before leaving home, she deliberately walked onto the terrace, glancing downstairs.
As the sun rose, she couldn't see the figure exercising this time.
Slacking off, huh.
Ji Ruyan put on her sunglasses and turned to leave.
It's noon.
At a detention center in River City.
Two prison guards, one on each side.
The suspect in the middle walked slowly, handcuffed and shackled, continuously making "clang-clang" sounds.
It's common knowledge.
Wearing handcuffs is fine.
But once you're shackled, it basically means you're finished.
"Creak."
The door of the visiting room opened.
