Chen Ya listened from the side, and proactively proposed his own ideas and requests.
He hoped the prison, aside from organizing labor reform for inmates, would arrange more educational activities; for example, having the inmates collectively study the "Prison Handbook" weekly and then write reflections, to deepen their understanding of life's principles.
However, despite Chen Ya's gentle tone when presenting these suggestions, his gaze did not ignite with hope like other inmates.
On the contrary, when he looked at Feng Mu, there was a subtle darkness hidden in the depths of his eyes, increasingly sinister and cold.
"This person is lying, no, he is telling the truth, but his truth is meticulously wrapped, like the smile on his face, a disguise of falsity emanating from his bones."
Chen Ya observed Feng Mu's face impassively, like a seasoned tailor measuring and cutting fabric, his eyes being the ruler.
