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 transford him from a kind-hearted young man into the hardened middle-aged man that he was today.
Even in a rciless frostiness of winter, the prison made no exceptions for the convicts. The prison uniforms were made of thin fabric, which ant 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 Chen’s was to sweep snow off the prison’s 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’re always diligent, aren’t 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’t joke around. My sentence was too severe. Even if I spend the remainder of my days here, it wouldn’t be enough.”
“Well… I’ve heard of your cri. How can commoners like us compete with the powerful families from Beijing? The fact that we’re 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 warden’s 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’t for that bastard, I wouldn’t 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 mories 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 stead bun restaurant, and his parents worked hard every day to afford his education.
To make his parents proud, Bai Chen’s 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 was definitely not out of reach.
But everything changed with the appearance of Wang Chengye—the youngest son of the Wang family, one of the top five most influential families in Beijing.
Wang Chengye wanted to turn the business district where Bai Chen’s ho was located into a high-end supermarket. He offered huge paynts to Bai Chen’s parents and other hoowners in the district in hopes of buying up their property.
At first no one was willing to give up their hos. But when Wang Chengye ca back with a bunch of hooligans to destroy their belongings and properties, everyone had no choice but to give in.
There was only one shop remaining, which was Bai Chen’s. His parents were very steadfast in not selling as this was the family ho passed from generation to generation.
No matter what thods Wang Chengye used, Bai Chen’s parents were never going to sell off their ho!
At last, Wang Chengye lost his patience and resorted to evil ans. His parents were murdered in what appeared to be a car crash, and Bai Chen, their only son, was sentenced to a 200-year life sentence for a cri he did not commit!
The nightmares that resurfaced made Bai Chen’s blood boil with vengefulness. He despised both Wang Chengye and his clan which is one of the most powerful clan in Beijing. If the Wang family had not existed, the purely evil Wang Chengye who had torn his family and his life apart would have not been born.
Cold harsh winter wind hit Bai Chen’s face, and tears stread down his cheeks. Even though he was thirty, thinking of his parents gave him sorrow so deep that rivers always ran from his eyes.
Life had been so unfair to him. Bai Chen wanted to see God face to face and ask him why he would divide people into different classes like this. Why must there be opulence and poverty? And why should inequality exist?
Bai Chen raised his head to look at the sky before laughing derisively. He did not mock anyone but himself and his pitiful life.
The thought of suicide had struck him many tis. He wanted to end it all but had never brought himself to commit such a deed. He knew the life given to him by his parents was precious. He would continue to live, even though living ant rotting away behind bars. And even though living ant harboring in his heart a fervent grudge towards Wang Chengye and the whole Wang family!
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[Do you want to change your life?]
,m Option: (Yes) (No)
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Everything looked as if it was a re illusion. A translucent white window appeared before him; on it was a sentence written in gold. Bai Chen blinked several tis, but what struck him as a delusion did not go away.
The man shook his head a few tis before smiling bitterly. Who would have thought that he would hallucinate and see this nonsense?
Regardless, he could not help but press to choose the answer (Yes).
After he pressed the answer, the sky he was looking at turned foggy. White light blanketed his body, embracing and consuming him whole. Before long, Bai Chen… vanished into thin air!
End of Chapter 1
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