“Greetings, Mr. Wyot.”
Wyot ignored the bodyguards kneeling on the ground. He opened the restriction seal and entered the prison.
The prison was underground. He walked toward the depth along the passageway. It was a winding passageway. The bottom of the passageway could not be seen.
Soon, Wyot arrived at the depth of the underground.
There was a prison cell in the depth. It was dark and humid, and in it was a lady sitting cross-legged.
The lady looked disheveled, but she was still beautiful. Even though she had been locked in prison for thirty thousand epochs, she still exuded a stunning aura.
Footsteps sounded.
Yemima opened her eyes slightly.
She looked at Wyot, who was standing outside her cell.
Wyot waved his hand and removed the restriction on the entrance. He walked over and sat on a chair that appeared behind him.
“Why are you here?” Yemima asked.
“I missed you,” answered Wyot.
“Hah!”
At once, Yemima laughed.
“Wyot, stop your hypocrisy.”
Wyot was not angry at Yemima’s words. He only asked, “Am I a hypocrite? I loved you so much. After I married you, I respected your decisions. What about you?”
“What about me?”
Instantly, Yemima stood up.
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