The young man stood in place for a while. He broke the syringe in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and then took off the gloves on his slender fingers.
Of course, he had to wear gloves.
Otherwise, his hands would be dirty.
When he was doing these things, he still had that calm and gentle look on his face.
He slowly walked to the sink and stretched out his hand, letting the water wash his already clean and white fingers.
The lights at the end of the corridor flickered and shone on the corner of the man's clean prison clothes.
And that pair of clean hands, white and cold.
***
Ning Qianqian had mysteriously disappeared just like that, and not many people had discovered it. Even if they did, they would have forgotten about it within a few days.
Only one person had disappeared from K3 prison.
This wasn't a big deal, and no one would care.
Although Fu min, Jiang Yu, and the others had discovered it, they were too lazy to care.
