It was very quiet here, he could hear his heartbeat and breathing, and no one would come all day except for meals.

Sometimes he can't bear the pain, and he will send someone to send medicine.

The supervision here is very strict, because I am afraid that people will commit suicide, so the medicine will be given again and again, and each time it is a controlled dose.

This time is no exception.

He sent someone to send me medicine and a cup of boiled water.

If he wants to commit suicide, he will not wait until he comes in and commits suicide.

If it was a fifteen-year sentence, he could continue to live after he came out, so how could he commit suicide?

He swallowed the medicine with boiled water.

After taking the medicine, his body will be much better and his head will not hurt so much, but this is a confinement for his body and mind.

Turn off the light, and you can't see anything here.

He had long expected such days, but he thought he would adapt soon, but he didn't expect that after several months, he still couldn't adapt very much.

But he didn't regret the path he chose.

As the medicine came into effect, he felt sleepy and leaned against the seat and fell asleep in a daze.

Under the light, his face was thin, and his usual sharpness had disappeared, leaving only his strong face and endless tiredness. Even his eyes were covered with dark circles, which could not be eliminated.

There was a cool curve on the corners of his lips, and his clean head found that it was also messy.

He used to be taciturn, but now, he can't say a few words in a month, and he becomes even more silent. His whole body looks calm and peaceful, with only one heart still beating in his chest.

I don’t know what tonight, I don’t know the sun, moon, and stars.

It's been more than a few months, and no one has visited him.

He knew that no one would come in the next twenty years.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are just his own show, and no one will participate in his life anymore.

That's fine.

Let him grow old alone.

As he thought about it, he fell asleep. Only the lights in the narrow monitoring room were faintly on, shining on his face.

Silent everywhere, extremely quiet.

He slept for a long time this time.

However, after sleeping halfway, Qiao Sinian woke up again.

"Cough cough, cough cough" There seemed to be something blocking in my throat. Qiao Sinian kept coughing, coughing, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Perhaps someone noticed the situation here, a tall and tall American man came in and asked to take him to the hospital.

Qiao Sinian shook his head: "No, it's an old problem."

"If you have any uncomfortable places, please tell us."

"I know." His expression was a little impatient, his voice was still as low as ever, but he was a little hoarse.

"Okay, I hope you recognize the reality and don't torture yourself." The man didn't say much, put down a glass of boiled water and left.

It's already winter in New York.

There is no coldness inside, and the heating is full, making it impossible to tell whether it is winter or spring.

If you pass by in a daze, twenty years will be very fast.

However, he was not sure whether his body could last for twenty years.

Qiao Sinian closed her eyes, no longer had sleepiness, her mind was blank, she thought about nothing, and did nothing.

Day after day, he was almost in this state.

The gloomy, darkness, hollowness, boredom and dampness here are enough to remember him for a lifetime.
Chapter completed!