The sushi hadn't reached Cheng Lu's hands until the following evening.
He had been despondent for a day and a night, feeling as if the entire sky had darkened.
Before dinner, the prison guard called Cheng Lu out. He was suspicious, thinking Lin Youyou might have come.
But he could never have imagined that the guard handed him a plastic bag with a lunch box inside.
"Someone asked me to pass this on to you."
Cheng Lu excitedly tore open the plastic bag and opened the lunch box to find a box of sushi that had gone bad.
"When did she come? Did she leave any message?"
Seeing that box of sushi, Cheng Lu's emotions began to surge once more.
The guard looked indifferent. "It was your supervisor who sent someone. He said not to overthink it."
Not to overthink?
What did that mean?
Cheng Lu was a straightforward man; he didn't understand.
What was crucial was that this message was indeed likely to cause overthinking.
After saying that, the guard turned around and left.