The moon shone brightly, and the ground was covered with white frost, but the dungeon was still dark and damp, and not a single ray of light could penetrate.
There was a thing crawling in the corner of the dark cell. It was breathing weakly and trembling occasionally, so it was barely recognizable as a human figure. Its long hair was tangled and draped over its body, covering its face.
The bluestone door was pushed open with a bang, and light poured in like an overwhelming force, causing him to shudder violently and bury his head even deeper. However, the visitor did not allow him to hide, and knocked on the thick round iron bars lightly and called his name:
"Losin."
He slowly raised his head, his face was pale, and he was so thin that no trace of his previous round face could be seen. The bones on his face were rugged and protruding, as if the thin layer of skin would be cut open, making him look like a ghost but not a human being. After muttering in his throat for a long time, Luo Xin managed to utter two vague syllables, "...Prince."
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