Quercia did not find that she had subconsciously clenched the bed sheet tightly in her hand.
It seemed that the feet were stepping on her soul.
However, which followed the sound of footsteps was not knocking on the door. It became weaker and weaker, until finally disappeared.
After a full minute or so, the door was stilled close, and Quercia breathed a sigh of relief. She realized that her whole body had been wet with sweat.
Tristan washed up and lay down on the bed in the guest room.
Three years of prison life had made him a little uncomfortable with the feeling of relaxation and freedom.
He wasn’t in restricted to do anything in Tekla Prison with a special environment, but the training program set by Mr. Jordy even horrible.