At that moment, the door opened and the mute walked in, expressionless while carrying a food box.
Knowing he had come to deliver the meal, Yue Mingxuan barely lifted an eyebrow in response, after all, it was just plain congee and a bun.
He had eaten enough of that over the past two days.
The moment the food box opened, the aroma of meat wafted into his nose.
Yue Mingxuan who had been listless until now immediately perked up.
Meat… today's meal was unexpectedly good.
He jumped to his feet and rushed toward the food box, his eyes seemingly glinting green, after days of eating nothing but bland food, the sight of meat filled him with delight.
The mute set the food box down and left, and Yue Mingxuan seeing him go eagerly picked up his chopsticks.
Just as he was about to take a bite of the meat, a thought struck him, could this be the so-called "last meal" before execution?
It was said that prisoners were served a final good meal before their sentence.
