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Jiangzhou, court.

"All rise, now the verdict is being read... The defendant Lian Qiao is found guilty of intentional kidnapping and injury, and attempted intentional murder. For these two crimes, the sentence is eight years in prison, and deprivation of political rights..."

The solemn pronouncements of the judge echoed outside the courtroom, startling the doves resting on the high walls of the courtyard. They fluttered their wings in flocks and soared into the blue sky.

As Lian Qiao was escorted out of the courtroom by prison guards, reporters from major radio stations, news, and entertainment websites who had been waiting outside surged forward.

"The verdict was eight years, so I ask Ms. Lian, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Would you appeal?

"I heard that the court granted Chen's request and dissolved your marriage with him in court?"

"After three years of marriage, I wonder what Miss Lian is thinking now? Do you regret your actions?"

During the questioning, long and short firearms were brandished frantically forward, almost reaching Lian Qiao's face. The prison guards and lawyers could only try their best to block them. Lian Qiao's lawyer even said, "Make way, please make way! Subsequent matters will be announced at a press conference."

Uncontacted journalists still rushed forward, but due to the police and lawyers, they couldn't get even a word.

"lian qiao, you should die! You should die!"

With a sharp, piercing sound that drowned out all other noises, everyone turned to look at Zi who was walking over, speaking and fuming.

Yes, Yunhu. The culprit in the court case is Yunshan's younger sister.

Look at Yunhu's aura, she clearly came to avenge her sister!

Seeing gossip, a group of reporters made way for Yunhu.

Yún Hú, was considered a renowned socialite in Jiangzhou, known for her gentleness and competence. However, at this moment, her face was contorted with rage, the usual composure replaced by a menacing glare.

Yun Hu looked at Lian Qiao, who was handcuffed before her, with disdain, contempt, and mockery in her eyes. She said sharply again: "Lian Qiao, you destroyed my sister, you ruined everything, you ruined a life. How can eight years in prison atone for your sins? You deserve to die, you deserve the death penalty." After finishing her words, she slapped Lian Qiao's face hard.

Er didn't manage to hit Lianqiao's face, being stopped by Lianqiao's lawyer's hand. Yunhu angrily shouted, "Let go, you let go..."

In the midst of the commotion, a large number of police officers rushed out of the courtroom to maintain order at the scene.

In a black Lykan car hidden under a large silver ginkgo tree in the distance, a man of wealth and status in the back seat had eyes as dark as ink, seeming to stare in the direction of confusion, yet also appearing not to.

The assistant in the driver's seat cautiously glanced at their boss, only to find that the usually gentle and placid eyes of their boss were now brimming with a storm.

That raging wind and driving rain seemed to write of hatred, hating on the figure in the distance being escorted onto a prison van by guards.

The assistant sighed in her heart: Madam, madam, how could you... This time, it's no wonder the Boss doesn't tolerate you anymore.

"Drive to the hospital."

As a cold voice echoed, the assistant immediately snapped to attention. "Yes,"

At that moment, the prisoner transport van and the black Lykan encountered each other at a fork in the road, then turned away from each other, vanishing instantly from each other's rearview mirrors.

Five years later.

The First Prison of .

The heavy iron gate creaked open, revealing a large courtyard enclosed by high walls. Four figures walked slowly towards the gate, some tall and some short, some stout and some slender, some old and some young.

These four people were released from prison today. Once they step out of these gates, they will no longer be convicts, but free individuals.

The middle-aged man in a police uniform standing before the iron gate took the documents from four people in turn, compared and stamped them, and then told each person: “0315, you can go now. Walk forward and don’t look back.”

"1276, you can leave now. Walk forward, do not look back."

"0082, you may leave now. Walk forward, do not look back."

"2547, you may leave now. Proceed forward, do not look back."

Don't look back, don't walk the path you've already taken, for good luck.

Four people bowed respectfully to the police, saying "thank you", then walked out of the iron gate and never looked back.

Outside the iron gate, there's a vast world. Some are greeted with smiles and joy, while others stand alone, their spirits drooping.

Having been a prison guard for many years, he had seen it all and was no longer as emotional as he used to be. He simply looked at the stack of release papers in his hand with a cold gaze and muttered in surprise, “How come 1314 hasn’t come out yet? Today should be his day of parole.”

In prison, there are no names, only numbers.

The reason I remember this 1314 is because 1314's god, said to be a prisoner, doesn't seem like one. He isn't a prisoner, but he's been here for five years anyway.

Could something have happened? Was the release date pushed back?

As the guard was deep in thought, a slender figure slowly walked towards him from afar. It was none other than 1314, whom Fang Fang had been thinking about.

Unlike the four who were released previously, 1314 didn't bow respectfully to the police. Instead, he gave a casual wave and said "Hey!" He then strode forward, put his arm around the officer's shoulder familiarly, and called out crisply, "Zhang Jie."

The surname is Zhang.

Zhang Jie had become accustomed to 1314's behavior and didn't object. She simply said in a cold voice, "1314, congratulations, you're out of prison."

Upon hearing this, Lian Qiao's face lit up with a smile as bright as wildflowers. The two dimples on her cheeks were filled with ripples like water. For a moment, Zhang Jie was mesmerized.

As Lian Qiao slapped the release paperwork into Zhang Jie's hand, he laughed and said, "Thank you, Zhang Jie. I'll come see you when I have time."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Crow, don't say anything back." Zhangjie pointed at the world outside the iron gate, "After you go out, don't look back."

Lian Qiao giggled, her eyes sparkling like two peach blossoms, playfully saying, "How many times have I turned back?"

Yes, in these five years, the number of times this 1314 turned back was indeed... This is also precisely what Zhang Jie felt was different about the current 1314 from its prisoner.

It's not that 1314 was a five-year prison sentence, but rather a five-year "sick" confinement. He frequently secured medical leave for extended periods, often citing illness as the reason. The longest period of medical leave he enjoyed lasted over a year.

Zhang Jie was born into a medical family. At that time, she also had a general understanding of medicine and knew that this 1314 (referring to someone) wasn't sick. As for why this 1314 always managed to get out of prison on the pretext of "seeing a doctor," it must be extraordinary.

This world always has its unfairness, as can be seen from 1314.

Of course, the prison guard's rule number one is to keep quiet, no matter what. Besides, I don't think 1314 is a bad person at all...

"Alright, Zhang Jie, don't give me that heartbroken look. Rest assured, I won't be looking back this time. Goodbye!" With that, Lian Qiao patted Zhang Jie's shoulder and strutted out of the iron gate with a smile on her face.

Facing the wind, Zhang Jie slowly closed the door and squinted at 1314's tall figure. She remembered when she first met 1314, there was still a hint of baby fat on his face. Now, after five years of hardship, the baby fat is gone, replaced by a more mature physique. 1314, I hope we never meet again, and I hope you are happy and safe from now on.

With the sound of the iron gate closing, Lian Qiao’s son paused for a moment, but only for a moment. He didn't turn back.

Looking around, there was no one to greet me.

He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, strode ahead on his own, until he reached a crossroads. He turned left and walked another hundred meters before stopping to catch his breath against the prison wall. With his hands clasped behind him, he gazed up at the somber sky.

After eight years, he will be released after five years.

***A little aside.***

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