Apart from their current circumstances, both of them seemed to have come closer to each other than expected. Although the boy didn't utter more than two words a day, the young Zhenyi was enough to eat his ears off. No matter how much of a chatterbox she was being, the boy would never ask her to keep quiet. It was as if he enjoyed listening to her nonsense.
One day, Zhenyi was so fed up with his silent treatment that she decided to beat him up if he dared to keep his mouth sealed. Actually, he was the first person she could talk to in more than a year she has been locked here, but seeing his silent and expressionless face, she was feeling even more lonely than she already was. She just wanted to make him speak by hook or by crook.
"Do you think I am crazy?" The girl asked him, a solemn expression on her fragile face.
