Inside the visitation room, the dim, yellowish light cast swaying shadows against the mottled walls, and the air was thick with a damp, moldy odor and the scent of rust.
Shen Niantang sat on a wooden stool, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the uneven scratches on the tabletop as she gazed calmly at Shen Rou across from her. Shen Rou's hands were cuffed in front of her, the metal on her wrists gleaming coldly under the light and making her skin appear even paler.
Seeing that Shen Niantang remained silent, Shen Rou let out a soft sigh, her voice as raspy as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Chapter 125