Jindai Yunzi sneered, "Stop hitting them, just let them hang here. Their goal is to provoke you into killing them, but I won't let them have the satisfaction. I want them to feel pain and the cold right here. Anyone else want to throw protein bars? If you do, you can hang here with them."
The prisoners saw these two Qing intelligence personnel and recoiled.
Qing Chen acted as if he hadn't heard anything, continuing to build the stone wall.
At night, Qing Chen paused his wall-building and suddenly stood at the edge of the pigsty, asking softly, "What's your names?"
"Zhao Mingke."
"Wang Yuchao."
"How long have you been here?"
"Nineteen years, three months, and three days. Every day, we counted with our fingers, afraid that we might forget, and our minds would go blank."
"Was it worth it?"
"There's nothing worth or not worth; we're too hungry daily to consider that."
"Hmm."
"Officer Qing Chen, do you regret it?"
"No, I don't."
"Do you know Zhang Wenqi?" Qing Chen asked.
