Mo Qinghan has been in jail for a day.
Mo Qinghan sat silently, and the cell was silent.
Outside the window is a snowy winter night, and inside is extremely cold air.
Mo Qinghan lowered his head, his whole body seemed to be hidden in the darkness.
The night was deep, the sky was dim, and the silent darkness surrounded him.
He was clearly alive, but he seemed to have run out of anger.
There is no light, no warmth.
There is only darkness that cannot be seen to the end.
Mo Qinghan had an idea in his mind for a long time.
From the moment before entering prison, it has existed.
He thought in silence, the surroundings were extremely quiet.
The winter night is long, snowflakes fall one after another, and the rustle of snow resounds in the silent night.
There was a sound of footsteps on the silent walkway.
The voice was extremely shallow, falling in the cell, very clear.
Mo Qinghan slowly raised his eyes.
The eyes are dark.
There was a sound of unlocking in the darkness.
With a click, the lock was opened.
A man opened the door and walked in.
The cold night poured in.
Mo Qinghan's expression moved slightly, and his gaze dropped again.
The door closed, blocking the air outside.
The sound of footsteps went from far to near until they reached the front of the cell.
Mo Qinghan never looked up, he just sat silently.
But with a deep and gloomy atmosphere.
The cold wind blew through the lonely cell, with the freezing chill of winter.
Mo Qinghan's eyes were full of cold light.
A shadow fell, and the jailer bent down.
He put the lunch box in his hand on the ground and made a dull sound.
The jailer straightened up and was about to leave.
At this time, both hands were covered silently.
He fastened the jailer's neck.
It's like the coolest and hardest ice.
The jailer leaned back abruptly and leaned against the hard cell.
The jailer was startled, his heart filled with fear.
He immediately stretched his hand to his waist and held the gun.
Mo Qinghan raised his hand and slashed at the jailer's neck with a fierce breath.
The jailer snorted and slid his hand away from the muzzle and dropped.
Before the jailer fell, only Mo Qinghan's cold jaw was seen.
He fell to the ground and fell into a coma.
Mo Qing watched coldly and took out the jailer's gun.
Then, he slowly turned around and walked into the depths of the cell.
The figure is dark and silent.
There was still no sound around, no one knew what was going on here.
Mo Qinghan's eyes dropped and fell on the gun.
Memories flooded and swept over.
He was born in Gucheng.
In order to raise him, his mother began to pick up guests again, and his body was getting worse.
Later, his mother lingered on the bed and told him before he died that he was Lu Zongting's son.
The concubine document was even hidden by the Ye family.
Since then, Mo Qinghan hated the Lu Ye family very much.
He vowed that he would cut his enemies at all costs in the future.
Mo Qinghan's expression darkened, and the cold air slowly flowed.
After his mother died, he was taken away by Dong Hongchang.
Dong Hongchang has been training him, and his heart is getting colder and colder.
Hatred supported him to survive, and he went further and further on the road of revenge.
He has long since lost his conscience and has no feelings at all.
His hands were stained with blood and killing.
Mo Qinghan squeezed the gun tightly, a sharp coldness flashed across his eyes.
After that, he took the paperwork as a concubine to question Lu Zongting, wanting to ask for justice for his mother.
It turns out that the teacher he has always served is his true enemy.
Everything he had believed in for many years collapsed.
Mo Qinghan squeezed his hand, a sharp pain came from his palm.
There is nothingness and cold air between the fingers.
He suddenly let go, still surrounding him with coldness, like a shadow.
The corners of Mo Qinghan's mouth showed irony.
He was unwilling to be used by Dong Hongchang, so he took Dong Hongchang's stronghold and completely contradicted Dong Hongchang.
He killed all of Dong Hongchang's party members and took Dong Hongchang to court.
Now Dong Hongchang finally broke the law, but Mo Qinghan was still in the darkness of nothingness.
The air was very quiet and lifeless.
Mo Qinghan looked down.
Even if you know the truth, even if your enemy has been arrested.
The road was dark and long, and he couldn't turn his head back.
The whole body is icy, bound by the desperate net all his life.
Until falling into a deeper and darker abyss.
Mo Qinghan's eyes calmed down.
His life was dark and sinful.
It's time to end.
Somehow, Ye Chu's face suddenly appeared in Mo Qinghan's mind.
It was so cold, as if the first snow was clear and white, and it was extremely clean.
It was like the light he could never reach.
She looked at his eyes, always so cold.
With hostility, with precaution.
It was very clear in his mind.
The scenes of fighting against her alternately emerged, and the memories hidden behind them became more vivid.
In the darkness, Mo Qinghan pulled the corner of his mouth suddenly.
The smile was extremely faint, like the brightest light passing by in the dark.
Mo Qinghan's eyes dropped, as if recalling those distant past.
The gaze was faint, and it seemed that it could not fall to the ground, lightly passing the silent air.
The expression is not real.
After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.
The sky was covered with darkness.
Darkness gradually spread, covering his cold body and engulfing everything.
Will eventually return to nothingness.
Mo Qinghan held the gun and slowly moved his hand up, then his movements stagnated.
The black muzzle reached his temple, fierce and cold.
Exudes a deep chill.
The snow became more and more severe outside, and the flying snow filled the night sky, and a bone-thin chill came.
The sky was extremely dim, and his expression didn't fluctuate at all.
Calm and calm.
There was a heavy haze in the cell, and pale light and shadow on the ground.
The light is getting dimmed in all directions.
Mo Qinghan pulled the trigger.
The icy gunfire sounded.
Ended the tragic life of Mo Qinghan.
No longer bound by hatred, just die alone like this.
In the winter, the deep cold breath passed through the pitch-black cage.
The heavy snow still lay silently, and the cold snow covered the whole of Shanghai.
It also covers the dark past without leaving a trace.