I sat upright in the visiting room, watching Serena, haggard and shackled, drag herself in.

In just a month, she seemed to have aged significantly, losing her previous frailty, her face now marked by bitterness.

Seeing me, Serena sneered, "So, are you here to see how I'm faring?"

I smiled back. "I'm pleased to see you're not doing well."

Serena's expression shifted. After a moment of contemplation, she began to laugh again. "If I'm doing poorly, you must be too. Your husband doesn't love you, your child is gone. Tsk, tsk, how pathetic."

"I have my parents, my friends, and I will have children in the future. Why should I...