Siheyuan: After Eight Years Inside, the Whole Compound Owes Him

In January 1988, a man with mostly white hair stood beside the prison bars. He wore a gray-and-white striped prison uniform, and his face was marked with several scars, some deep and some faint. Eight years. He had been locked up on this very day in 1980, and now exactly eight years had passed, not a day more or less. He looked down at the long scar on the back of his right hand and remembered that snowy night: Xu Damao and Qin Huairu had slipped into a dilapidated warehouse, crouching low. In this life, he was out, and no one in the whole courtyard was getting away!