On Song Xiaoli's delicate face, a hint of reluctance appeared as she comforted, "Junior, don't be sad anymore. Although I can't do much to help with this matter, there's still hope. Inside, strive for a reduced sentence. I specifically asked, and the earliest you can get out is thirteen years. After thirteen years, you'll only be in your thirties, and you can still change your fate."
Liu Yuheng was somewhat choked up. At this moment, Song Xiaoli seemed so beautiful to him.
Unfortunately, he felt he had no chance anymore.
However... he still wanted to cling to some fantasy.
"Xiaoli... would you... wait for me?"
There was a barely noticeable change in Song Xiaoli's expression, but she quickly said, "If possible, I'll try to wait for you to come out, Junior."
It was an ambiguous remark, but for Liu Yuheng at this time, it was equivalent to a glimmer of hope.
Even if the hope was faint.
