A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Zhu Ying could both fight and write poetry. A year ago, she won Li Wan'er's heart with a poem: "If life were only like the first sight, why would autumn wind make the cicada wings sad!",Zhu Ying thoughtfully clipped a few vegetables for Li Wan'er, who didn't refuse. She slowly picked up her rice bowl and ate in small bites!。