Inside the detention center.
Luo Mingwei curled up in the corner. She had a low-grade fever at night last night.
Fear and restlessness were accompanied by anger and resentment, making the face that was originally as bright and beautiful as a flower, withered and haggard.
The man next to him had just come in today and was packing his things.
Suddenly, a newspaper floated to Luo Mingwei’s feet.
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