Koala Reads

"Yan Qingshu looked up at the gloomy prison. The cold wind howled outside, and it was even colder inside. Even the torches couldn't bring the slightest warmth."

"From time to time, there came the squeaking of mice."

""Father, don't you think it's too late to say these things now?" Yan Qingshu tightened her cloak."

""It's not too late, not too late. Let your father make good amends to you and Sheng'er...""