In January 1988, a man with mostly white hair stood by the bars. He was wearing a gray striped prison uniform and had several deep and shallow scars on his face. It has been eight years since I came here in 1980, and it has been exactly the same every day since I came here in 1980. He looked down at the long scar on the back of his right hand and remembered that night when it snowed heavily - Xu Damao and Qin Huairu ducked into a shabby warehouse. In this life, when he comes out, no one in the hospital can escape!
