For days, Mark has remained silent, as if his soul was stripped away, leaving only an empty shell.

He also ignored Tucker and Leya's earnest concern.

Not to mention the new prisoners who are being held in prison one after another.

The prisoners whispered in Mark's ears like mosquitoes and flies, and had no effect except for their swelling heads.

Leya is here to visit prison again.

Mark, who had lost his former vitality, looked haggard, with a dead face, sitting on the ground, staring at the corner of the wall in a daze.

The decadent expression overflowed, causing Leya to feel pain, but she could not help.

He just sat silently beside Mark, hugged his head in his arms, and tears were already filled with tears in his eyes.

Tears kept dripping along the jaw, sliding down Mak's forehead into the eye socket.

Leya shook his body gently and hummed the song from her mouth that her mother had coaxed herself to sleep when she was young.

The song is gentle and peaceful, the melody is extremely gentle, and the sad tune reveals the deep love of a mother.

Listening to the melody, Mark seemed to be back at the age of youth.

The dark blue night sky is full of stars.

The boy lay on the window, held his cheek with his hands, blinking his long eyelashes and looking up at the sky.

The cool breeze lifted up a corner of the window curtain, and the gauze gently brushed across the boy's back.

Nothing can distract the boy.

The door suddenly opened, and the young mother walked in lightly, silently hugging the child.

"Are you looking at the stars again?"

The mother did not blame the boy for not falling asleep, but asked softly.

"Okay, go to bed early. Dad will come back tomorrow and let him tell you the story on the stars."

"real?"

The boy was excited, hugged his mother's neck and kissed her on the cheek.

"When I grow up, I will also go to the stars to explore."

"Be good! Go to bed early."

The mother hugged the boy, her arms shaking like a cradle, and she hummed the song gently...

The interstellar, vast and boundless.

The nebula is like a vortex, vowing to swallow anything that has passed.

Fate drives me to pursue my father's strange and bizarre cause of death and mistakenly enter the interstellar journey.

He is only one step away from his childhood dream, but he is ruthlessly defeated.

The ups and downs have been very sad.

Now in prison...

Life is like a journey. If you lose yourself, you will lose your direction.

Home is not far away, but it is difficult to go home.

Everything is like a shackle, making it difficult for me to breathe.

Going home has become a luxury.

Maybe as long as you are full of hope, you can really go home one day?

Thinking of this, Mark slowly figured out this truth and became more and more determined in his beliefs.

Live, live better!

Live with hope.

Only in this way can there be hope to go home.

Leya didn't understand that Mark had figured it out, but she felt his eyes gradually regain their spirits and burst into tears and laughed.

Looking at her moving voice and smile made me feel relieved.

Indeed, Leya is the person she misses the most in this world.

I kissed her lips during my coma and told her about their own experiences, even more so that I sometimes had inappropriate thoughts about her.

But I have a home, a wife, a child, and an elderly mother.

The sense of responsibility forced me to position Leya as my sister.

As long as I don't go home, I will try my best to take good care of her...

Leya didn't know Mark's thoughts, and never asked about her experience of surviving the catastrophe in the arena. The only person she really cared about was Mark.

Every time I visit the prison, Leya looks different, one is better than one.

Indeed, the age of eighteen has long been in love in our society.

And her budding has just relaxed.

Maybe it is more appropriate to cut off her buds directly, but I can't bear to hurt her.

I had to use time to slowly instill and enlighten her until the person she liked appeared and forget herself...

After Leya left, she became distant from Tucker and the others' closeness, considering her past days.

So Mark took the initiative to say hello to them.

"Hello everyone!"

"Hey! Are you okay? How are you doing? I heard that the butcher was killed by you? How did he kill him? That was a 'demon-like' legend..."

Although Clark is no longer vulgar, he is still long-winded.

"You have heard them say it hundreds of times. Are you still tired of it?"

Winston is always quarrel with Clark.

Today is special, and it is not a surprise for the first time.

"No. Other people's version is different, I want to listen to the original one."

Clark's eyes seemed to be filled with worship.

Mark looked around regardless of the two people's noises, and then he realized that many new prisoners were coming.

Perhaps these new prisoners' hearsays and infuriating descriptions made every slave present admire him even more.

To be honest, Mark doesn't like a sense of worship, he just wants to treat them like relatives and brothers.

Tucker thinks the same meaning and sticks to his own approach.

So Mark no longer emphasizes what they should do. After all, these people do not know the importance of democracy and status equality. They only yearn for more freedom.

"Hey~Brother! Miss Leya seems to treat you well! She is both beautiful and gentle like her, so she might as well marry her as her wife." Clark said with a frown.

The vulgar nature is difficult to change. It is respectful on the surface, and sometimes it speaks as it likes.

Once a person's habits are formed, it is difficult to change.

Especially after adulthood, we can only restrain and curb.

Mark still has some understanding of human nature, so he naturally doesn't care.

To Clark's "suggestion" was just a smile and said he was not satisfied.

Winston raised his hand and gave Clark a thrill.

The two of them are used to playing, one is that Winston is older, and the other is that they were originally a playmate when they were young, so they naturally disagree.

"Did you call me brother? The boss always calls me brother. You are a bullshit, but you dare to call me brother? Brother Mark knows it. It's not your turn to worry about things."

These people have never been educated and naturally speak straightforwardly.

Looking at the pair of live treasures, it is better to meet the new inmate than to talk to him, Mark thought.

Tucker didn't say much, rubbed his hands and said, "You have ignored anyone these days. Everyone thought you were ruined. I dare not ask Miss Leya about your situation, but it was a hot fight with them."

Tucker shrugged and motioned for Mark to look at the rest of the prison.

The fence is made of wood and is naturally transparent.

Looking up, there were indeed many new people, and there were actually humanoid races mixed in it.

On the other side of the cell is an Oriental man with dark hair, dark eyes, yellow skin.

For the Orientals, Mark was very excited.

Perhaps influenced by the instructor of the East, he took the initiative to step forward and asked in unfamiliar Chinese: "Hello."

"Hello!"

Orientals were slightly surprised that few people here would speak their own dialect.
To be continued...