Chapter 167 Imprisoned

The sunlight spreads warmly, without the summer wildness, hanging on either cold or hot light blue sky, such as long-wearing cotton underwear, soft, warm, wrapped around the body, occasionally passing a cold wind won't feel cold.

The sun was just right. But on the balcony in front of the yard, a woman with black hair was sitting there. The window was open. She could breathe the fresh air outside freely, but she looked very painful. The small balcony installed with a security window. She restrained...