In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,When I was three years old, I got lost by accident. From then on, my life changed completely.,Lan Qingjia thought that after all these years of imprisonment, she had seen through the person in front of her. However, he was far more hypocritical and filthy than she had imagined.。