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

Sometimes when the pain was too much to bear, he would ask someone to send medicine.

The supervision here is very strict. Because they are afraid of people committing suicide, the medicine is delivered one at a time, and the dosage is controlled every time.

This time is no exception.

He had someone deliver medicine and a glass of boiled water.

If he wanted to commit suicide, he wouldn't wait until he came in before committing suicide.

If he was sentenced to fifteen years, how could he commit suicide if he could continue to live after he was released?

With plain water, he swallowed the medicine.

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

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

He had anticipated such a day for a long time, but thought he would adapt to it soon. Unexpectedly, after several months, he was still not used to it.

But he doesn't have many regrets about the path he chose.

The medicine took effect, and he felt sleepy. He 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 the strong edges and corners of his face and endless tiredness. Even his eyes were covered with dark circles that would not go away no matter what.

There was a cool arc at the corner of his lips, and his usually clean hair was now messy.

He used to be taciturn, but now, having been unable to speak a few words for a month, he has become even more silent. His whole person looks calm and peaceful, with only one heart still beating in his chest.

I don’t know what night it is, I don’t know the sun, moon and stars.

For more than a few months, no one came to see him.

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

Birth, old age, illness and death are just his one-man show, and no one will participate in his life.

fair enough.

Let him grow old alone.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep, and only the light dimly lit up in the narrow monitoring room, shining on his face.

There is no sound everywhere, extremely quiet.

He slept for a long time this night.

However, half way through his sleep, Josnian felt nauseous and woke up again.

"Cough, cough..." There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. Josnian kept coughing and coughing, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Perhaps someone noticed what was going on here, and a tall American man walked in and offered to take him to the hospital.

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

"You can tell us if you feel uncomfortable."

"I know." His expression was slightly impatient, and his voice was still as low as ever, but a little more 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 was no cold feeling inside, and the heating was so full that it was impossible to tell whether it was winter or spring.

If you live in a muddle, twenty years will go by very quickly.

However, he is not sure whether his body can survive twenty years.

Josnian closed his eyes, no longer sleepy, his mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, and he didn't do anything.

Day after day, he is almost always in this state.

The gloom, darkness, emptiness, dullness, and dampness here are enough to make him remember it for a lifetime.
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