The warden heard the request from the observation room, he nodded to the person who was holding the blindfold.
The execution team then withdrew.
In the execution chamber, it was only Ming Zhi Yi who was left alone.
Without the presence of others, the stillness in his surrounding made him hear his own heartbeat.
There was a sound of clock ticking. And the droplets of water from the sponge was clear in this silent room.
Ming Zhi Yi stared ahead, looking at his own reflection.
The man he saw in the mirror was old, with sunken cheeks and hazy eyes.
He looked so old, weak, and helpless. He could not even recognize his own figure.
However, he don't feel remorse.
In fact, there was something about this that made Ming Zhi Yi feel different than before.
Ah....
He just noticed.
The dead people around him was gone.
