Chapter 20

　　The man's complexion turned gray and black in a moment. 　　The heart seems to have been pierced by a sharp needle, and it hurts beyond the reach. There is an unprecedented suffocation in the throat. 　　"I thought about killing the child. After all, I went to jail, and the child has no father. I can’t support him. I have taken abortion pills, but I didn’t succeed. I couldn’t bear to kill him a second time, so I killed him. It’s me..." 　　There are countless scars on her wrist. Even if she spends a day and night restlessly grinding the iron sheet, the patch is still too dull. She can only scratch and scratch again. 　　The bright red blood drenched her clothes and scared all the female prisoners from living with her. 　　I don't know if it was God's mercy or the child in her stomach was dead, she survived. 　　It was also this time for self-harm. She was sent to an independent cell because of a blessing in disguise. 　　Her fingernails pinched her