lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,However, what puzzled Zhu Ying was that her memories before the age of eight were completely blank. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember anything!,A middle-aged jailer walked up to the two men's cell and stopped. He took out a few dishes of side dishes and two bowls of rice from the wooden bucket he carried with him and put them into the cell. He said, "It's time for dinner!"。