Zhang Shiwan looked sternly at Zhang Shifang, "It's their business if they look down on you. Their eyes and hearts belong to them, do you still want to control their gazes and thoughts?"
"Afang, being imprisoned is tough, but we can't help it. Where do we have such great ability to get you out? Afang, adopt a better attitude, quickly adapt to this way of life. Seven years will pass very quickly."
"It's hard, I am alone in a room, facing four walls, and at night, there are rats... Sister, can you move me somewhere else? I really don't want to stay here any longer." After saying this, Zhang Shifang began to sob again.
This time, Zhang Shiwan ran out of patience, irritated by Zhang Shifang's ugly crying, she snapped, "Stop crying!"
"You won't even let me cry? What else can I do now besides cry? I'm bearing all the guilt, why shouldn't I cry?"
