I Am Qi Tongwei, I Was an Official in the Song Dynasty

Qi Tongwei clutched the pistol tightly, with the muzzle pressed against his temple. The night was dark, and the rainwater slipped from the fingers and ran stickyly over the cheeks. He could no longer hear the shouts outside, nor could he feel the sound of the heavy rain hitting the rocks. At this moment, he only felt that the world was as quiet as a silent ancient well. All power entanglements, all betrayals and calculations turned into nothingness with the pressing of that cold gun muzzle. "Haha... Let me lose so miserably..." Qi Tongwei smiled softly, but it was uglier than crying. He thought of Gao Xiaoqin's tenderness clinging to his side, and of his high-spirited youth, but in the end he had no choice but to use a gun to apologize - this was thousands of miles away from the peak glory he originally envisioned. He closed his eyes, and the moment he pulled the trigger, a white light exploded in his mind, mixed with severe pain and some strange coldness. As the blood splattered, the world seemed to be torn apart, and everything went away...