A month later.
In the morning.
In a prison.
This was a single occupancy cell. The facilities in it were very old, but the place was kept relatively clean. There wasn't anyone else in it except for Zhang Ye. This was already Zhang Ye's third day here. There was no one to disturb him, no television to watch, and no Internet to browse, so it was way too fucking peaceful in here. The only drawback was that his days were becoming a little monotonous. For the past few days, he had nothing better to do than sleep. He did not know how others would feel about this, but for a person like him who got restless the moment he didn't get into the occasional fight or argument, this was indeed quite boring.
News?
Fans?
The media?
The outside world was isolated beyond the prison bars.
Zhang Ye found activities to keep himself busy and would often sing a little when there was nothing else to do.
