"The food in the cafeteria was a little too salty today."
"I'm still a little thirsty."
The woman who had complained about being thirsty was Liu Xihua. Ever since entering prison, she had blamed Shi Lan for her husband's death and remained deeply resentful toward her.
The two women not far away acted as though they had not heard Shi Lan and continued sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting among themselves.
Clearly, Shi Lan's recent attitude of no longer quibbling with them had emboldened them quite a bit.
"Thirsty..."
Shi Lan's gaze dimmed. After glancing at Song Run, she walked toward the bed.
With her back to Shi Lan, Liu Xihua sat on the edge of the bed. She suddenly noticed that her companion's face had gone somewhat pale.
"What..."
Before she could finish asking, a tremendous force seized her short hair and dragged her into the washroom. The next moment, her head was forcibly shoved into the toilet.
Shi Lan pressed down the lid, planted one foot on Liu Xihua as she tried to get up, and immediately pushed the flush button.
Whoosh—
"Mmmgh—"
"Glug glug glug—"
"What was that sound?"
The prison guard not far away heard the commotion, walked over, and asked with a frown.
"It's nothing, nothing. I'm helping someone wash her face."
Song Run giggled and blocked the barred window.
"Keep it down. The others still need to rest."
"Understood, understood!"
Liu Xihua's companion obediently huddled on the edge of the bed. Listening to the noises coming from the washroom, her face was deathly pale. Clearly, she had no intention of lending Liu Xihua a hand.
Inside the washroom, Shi Lan pressed the flush button more than a dozen times in succession before slowly lowering her leg.
Liu Xihua raised herself and dropped