On the screen, Jiang Lan was disheveled and haggard, wearing the standard patient uniform of the psychiatric hospital.
The patient uniform she wore was already very worn out, with signs of frequent tugging and tearing.
Moreover, her skin bore scratch marks, bruised and discolored all over, looking truly pitiable.
"According to the hospital's doctors, this video was taken by surveillance when she recently had an episode," Lu Jihan explained.
"..." Song Anqi stared at the screen in shock, hands covering her lips, trembling, with tears glistening.
Jiang Lan was confined in a sealed iron room, cold all around, with only a square skylight less than a square meter above her head.
She stood there rigidly, staring eerily at the skylight, muttering under her breath.
At times, she suddenly seemed frightened, sitting on the nearby iron bed, shivering and shaking her head.
