Winter in China was rather cold. White snow fell from the sky, painting all roads and roofs white, and making the commuting quite difficult.
Inside the Beijing Central Prison, there stood a middle-aged man with an old shovel in his hand. He was bending over, scooping pale snow from the stairs with an ever-gloomy expression.
His attire was that of a prisoner. The number on it was 1106.
Prisoner 1106 was Bai Chen, who was turning 30 this year. Twelve years in prison had transformed him from a kind-hearted young man into the hardened middle-aged man that he was today.
Even in a merciless frostiness of winter, the prison made no exceptions for the convicts. The prison uniforms were made of thin fabric, which meant Bai Chen was freezing all over.
Days after days of manual labour under harsh weather had morphed his skin into a deep shade of tan, yet it was still visible that his hands were red and painful from frostbite. But at this point, he acted as if all he felt were numbness and indifference.
Each day, other convicts were tasked with different chores. Today, Bai Chens was to sweep snow off the prisons staircase.
While Bai Chen was busy plowing snow away with his shovel, an overweight prison guard approached. He paused to look at Bai Chen and smiled faintly.
”Prisoner Bai, you
e always diligent, aren you? If you keep this up, you might get an early release. ”
Bai Chen halted doing his chore, turned to look at the guard, then shook his head lightly. ”Warden Cheng, please don joke around. My sentence was too severe. Even if I spend the remainder of my days here, it wouldn be enough. ”
”Well… Ive heard of your crime. How can commoners like us compete with the powerful families from Beijing? The fact that we
e still alive is enough of a blessing, ” the bulky guard said and shook his head slightly. ”But do keep on trying, Prisoner Bai. ”
As he finished his sentence, the burly wardens face turned into a faint smile. He then left stomping through the snowy prison grounds.
With sorrow, Bai Chen watched him walk away. No one knew how much vengefulness was hidden behind those eyes.
”Wang Chengye! ” He ground his teeth loudly. The man dropped his shovel onto the ground. Both hands that were heavily frozen and numb clenched into fists so tight that blue veins popped up along his two arms.
”If it weren for that bastard, I wouldn have had to suffer in this damn jail for twelve whole years! ”
His face turned brutal. He would give anything to kill Wang Chengye. The nightmare from when he was eighteen years old resurfaced to haunt his memories again.
At the age of eighteen , Bai Chen was a young man with a pure heart. He was kind to everyone. His family owned a small Chinese steamed bun restaurant, and his parents worked hard every day to afford his education.
To make his parents proud, Bai Chens focus was school and school only, making him the top of his class throughout the first two years of high school. The boy believed that once he graduated, getting into a prestigious university w