The Eastern beauty’s cheeks were cleaned, her small face fair and beautiful. Her bright and shining eyes blinked, with long and dense eyelashes. Her expression was serious, but her lips appeared a bit pale, clearly indicating she had not been doing well.
It seemed she was indeed hungry.
Navi fell silent for a moment before speaking.
“Sure,” he asked, “What would you like to eat? How about toast?”
The Eastern beauty, who had just shown a troubled expression, blinked her eyes: “That sounds good.”
Then he saw Navi get up and go next door to find something for her to eat.
Yan Chuan received the hot toasted slices, a plate that looked like the small sweets served during a doctor’s afternoon tea, and a cup of warm milk. Navi tidied up the table for him and let him sit in his place to eat.
Yan Chuan symbolically refused at first, then began to eat. He was indeed quite hungry.
The toast was soft, and Yan Chuan spread a bit of the jam from the dish on it, taking small bites. Occasionally, he forked a piece of dessert to eat.
Everything tasted great, and Yan Chuan was surprisingly moved. God knows he thought he would have to eat the dry and hard bread and smell that strangely pungent soup before escaping the script.
Hesse had brought his own food to find him, but Yan Chuan didn’t think it was a good thing to accept his help. Of course, he didn’t consider accepting Navi’s help a good thing either.
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids, looking at the sweets on his plate. The prison settings were designed to confine vicious criminals; this group was hard to manage. The guards and doctors working here weren’t exactly trustworthy either.
After all, these inmates wouldn’t suddenly repent and become nice just because they were in prison. When Navi first met him, he inquired about finding allies, suggesting he thought Yan Chuan would be considered.
But right now, Yan Chuan was just a poor little soul, seeking help from the “kind-hearted” doctor due to hunger and injury.
The doctor appeared so kind, surely he wouldn’t refuse to help him, right? A doctor that kind would likely understand and avoid probing further, wouldn’t he?
If he continued to ask questions, Yan Chuan might have to admit that he wasn’t being “bullied” but had, during work, checked every location available to the inmates for free movement.
“Doctor,” Yan Chuan finished eating, drained the last bit of milk from his cup, and revealed an embarrassed expression: “Thank you.”
The Eastern beauty pressed her lips together, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Navi across the table: “You truly are a great person.”
Navi: …
Suddenly bestowed with a ‘good person’ card, Navi tugged at the corner of his lips: “Yeah.”
With someone calling him a good person, could he still say he was a bad one?
Since he was a “good person,” couldn’t he generously and kindly provide every meal to the poorly treated Eastern beauty?
Every meal… which would also mean Navi would get to see people every day, just in a different way.
That slight, almost unnoticeable smile on Navi’s lips vanished.
Yan Chuan told Navi that he still needed to work, and as he stood up to leave, he made sure to take the paper cupcake Navi had set out.
He remembered that Lyon, who worked in the same place as him, also ranked F and ate similar food.
Yan Chuan stood at the door, waving goodbye to the oddly colored Navi.
“Well, I’m going back now,” the black-haired, black-eyed Eastern beauty smiled at the tall doctor, waving, “See you tomorrow.”
Navi: “… Okay.”
【Kind baby, remember to bring food for your friends】
【Yan baby: Self-service cafeteria!】
【Hey, speaking of which, I’ve got a god’s eye view and saw something bad happening near the bad man’s side. Will it affect my wife?】
【Who cares? Such bad men will be stomped on by me!】
【Although this doctor has ulterior motives, I won’t condemn him for the sake of serving my wife.】
Yan Chuan clutched the small cake he had scraped from Navi, still limping as he made his way back.
His leg didn’t hurt much after the medicine, but Navi still gave him a note similar to a sick leave slip, allowing him to skip laundry duty for a while.
But during the day, the inmates either stayed at their designated work areas or in the hall under guard, and Yan Chuan didn’t plan to be among a crowd of people.
Thinking of possibly encountering Hesse made him think he’d rather be in the laundry room.
Yan Chuan walked down the long corridor.
As he neared the laundry room, he suddenly felt that the area was suspiciously quiet.
There were other inmates in this area, and guards patrolling; footsteps could be heard from outside… why was it so quiet?
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together.
Unless someone had cleared this area in advance, dismissing the patrolling guards.
Yan Chuan paused at the corner, not peering out, just listening carefully. Sure enough, he heard a muffled moan.
The sound was dull, like a fist hitting flesh through clothing, one thud after another. But the victim had their mouth covered and couldn’t scream for help.
Not only was their mouth covered, but their hands and feet were pinned down as well.
Yan Chuan’s eyelashes trembled.
In this laundry room, there was only Lyon and him working.
If he wasn’t there, then it would just be Lyon left alone.
Clearly, the troublemaking party was not acting alone; it was a group.
Lyon was quiet and had less presence than a newcomer like him; of course, no one would specifically seek trouble with him.
Unless…
“What are you doing?” A clear, cool voice sounded from the doorway, and a slender, black-haired beauty stood there, casting a glance over.
The bright overhead light illuminated her, the Eastern beauty standing against the light, her soft and delicate outline enveloped in a hazy halo, her voice sounding a bit cold.
Inside the door was a chaotic scene.
Unwashed clothes were strewn all over the floor, and the floors were dirty, with specks of dirt tarnishing the walls.