Bai Yufei could hardly believe his ears. He had been imprisoned for over twenty years, his skills completely wasted, and his heart long since despaired. He thought he might never take a step out of this prison in his lifetime.
He scarcely had anyone to talk to; this maximum-security prison for high-level criminals had only taken in seven people in over twenty years, and each one was executed within days. In those twenty years, Bai Yufei didn't speak more than a hundred sentences. It was a miracle he hadn't lost the ability to talk.
Now, Ye Tianfan's words were undoubtedly a shot in the arm, once again bringing hope to Bai Yufei. He couldn't believe there was still a chance to leave prison, let alone the possibility of seeing his son.
His excitement was palpable, as Bai Yufei gripped the iron bars of his cell tightly, sobbing without knowing what to say.
