A cell, like a newly sterilized operating room, smells pungent everywhere.

Li Nan seemed totally indifferent to the odor, standing in his place, facing the prison door and looking at the empty corridor.

He can't forget all the screams he heard along the way as he walked through the cell in his prison uniform to the deepest single room.

It's all women's voices.

high, tactful, melodious, more harsh.

How to describe this feeling?

It's like listening to a piano music. It's enjoyable.

It's absolutely torture to listen to hundreds of pianos playing different tunes at the same time.

For the first time, Li Nan was extremely disgusted with women's waves...