"Jail time?"
Jian You finally deigned to glance at him upon hearing these words, her clean eyes, which seemed not to have aged alongside time, looked woodenly for a moment at Nanke Yuting's face – haggard and aged – then settled on the handcuffs in Nangong Ming's hands, and she said no more, her whole person as if petrified, those originally clear and innocent eyes gradually dimmed...
"Right, this man is an unforgivable terrorist with countless lives on his hands!"
