The pigeon lay quietly in Su Yue's arms without struggling at all.
It had already been injured, and the autumn wind had felt bitterly cold against it. But now that Su Yue was holding it, warmth immediately flowed from her body into the pigeon, driving away the chill.
Seeing how docile the pigeon was, without the slightest resistance, Su Yue's pretty face softened into a gentle smile. She quickly carried it out of the office and headed toward the infirmary.
A moment later, a graceful figure emerged from the infirmary.
Su Yue placed the pigeon, its wounds treated, on the flat ground and said with a cheerful smile, "Be more careful from now on. Don't get hurt again."
"Coo, coo..."
The chubby pigeon looked at Su Yue and called several times. Then it swiftly took flight, circled a few times in the sky, and flew toward the cafeteria.
Watching the pigeon fly away, Su Yue raised a hand to smooth her wind-tossed hair before returning to the office to prepare for the music class that was about to begin.
In the suburbs, the prison walls towered high and cold, barbed wire coiled over them and glinting with a chilling light beneath the sun.
After the sun rose, it was not long before all the prisoners serving time there gradually woke up.
In the past, these criminals had kept highly irregular schedules. They would drink late into the night and not wake until noon.
Now that they had been caught and were serving time here, their daily routines were extremely regular. Basically, they woke as soon as the sky brightened.
Some had developed health problems from overeating and excessive drinking. Now that they were in prison, their physical condition had instead improved greatly.
Wu Zhihua had not been imprisoned for