lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,A dish of greens, a bowl of tofu, a portion of braised offal, and two servings of brown rice. Zhu Ying passed over a serving of rice and urged, "Wan'er, eat first, I'm here! Trust me!",Zhu Ying fell silent for a moment, then continued, “Though far apart geographically, we are near in spirit!”。