Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  The crowd quickly dispersed. Ye Youyou did not dare speak a word to anyone throughout.

  Within the confines of the prison, there would naturally be others like her: Those who had been wrongly charged or falsely accused. Exactly how many of them there were, she didn’t dare guess.

  For now, the only people who knew of her pregnancy were the prison wardens and herself. If the other inmates found out about it, would she be subjected to the harassment?

  Ye Youyou laid on the bed. Her stomach was in knots. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep.

  The sound of footsteps and muffled sobbing suddenly could be heard. Judging from the voice, it belonged to the pregnant woman from before.

  Ye Youyou’s hand clenched around the thin quilt that covered her. She was shocked to her core.

  They were back.

  “Quiet! Are you trying to wake everyone up?”


  That voice belonged to Wang Zhuang’s lackey. It sounded ruthless and brutal.

  Ye Youyou knew that there had to be many others who weren’t asleep yet, yet no one said a word. It was unbearably silent.

  The pregnant woman held her sobs back and didn’t make another sound. She turned and walked to her bed, carefully lowering herself onto it.

  The pregnant woman’s bed was opposite of Ye Youyou’s, so she was able to hear the flurry of actions on it. Without a doubt, the woman had been bullied.

  Ye Youyou was very afraid. Her heart began to beat in her throat. She burrowed into the quilt, feeling extremely aggrieved.

  There were very few good people in prison to begin with. Inmates like Wang Zhuang and Lao Zhou were a dime a dozen.

  Given Ye Youyou’s personality, she was only destined to be bullied in such a place. She wasn’t supposed to have to go through such an experience. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved her heart felt.

  Her eyes began to sting. She buried herself under the blanket and closed her eyes.

  Li Jinnan, save me quickly!

  –


  “Do you want to continue living here? Then please me.”


  The authoritative voice carried the hint of a morbid conquest. In the dark, the figure was like a projection of the devil as he laughed.

  To Shen Manting, that sort of laughter was like a nightmare that wouldn’t go away. She looked at that figure and slowly retreated backward.

  Regardless of how she tried to escape or how far she ran, that figure was like a curse. It kept following her and chasing after her from afar.

  “Did you think you’d be able to escape?”


  That dull and eerie voice was like a deadly anthem.

  Without anything between them, the figure suddenly sprang toward her and attacked. Shen Manting was pushed into a bottomless abyss. In that split second, her body jerked awake in shock. It was going to be a long night.

  Shen Manting laid on the bed, drenched in her own perspiration. She stared at the ceiling that had begun to decay and panted. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her entire back was wet.

  In the heat of the August summer, the electrical fan was rotating at the corner of the room. The gentle breeze followed the direction of the turning fan and blew gently across her body.

  She sat up and spent a long time taking in her surroundings before she was convinced that they were truly real. This wasn’t a luxury home, and this wasn’t the room where he had “loved” her. There was no Shen Luo’an, no Shen family, and no pain.

  Shen Manting’s heart was so empty that she was almost suffocating from it. She reached out and pressed her hand against her chest. A droplet trickled down her forehead and landed on her shoulder.

  She got up from the bed and poured herself a cup of water. As she leisurely drank it, Shen she looked out the window.

  Late at night, the town was extraordinarily quiet. Other than the sound of crickets chirping, there was only a lone dog howling in the distance.

  “Shen Luo’an won’t be here……” Shen Manting muttered to herself as she placed her hand on her abdomen. “And you will not be Shen Luo’an.”