The old butler felt deeply worried...
Since He Yingdong came back from the hospital, he has been sitting alone in the study smoking, puffing away all night.
He used to be a workaholic.
But now, he can't even bother with work.
The phone on the desk keeps ringing, but he doesn't care to answer.
The image lingering in his mind is always Li Jiaqi's pair of tearful, resentful eyes.
When he was young, he went hunting with his second brother.
In the dark forest, they came across a wounded, dying fawn.
The fawn was lying in a pool of blood, its blood dripping into the pond, turning the pond water bright red.
Back then, the fawn had such a pair of watery and sorrowful eyes.
Those eyes, he could never forget in his lifetime.
Li Jiaqi's eyes were identical to that fawn's.
And he was the ruthless hunter with the rifle.
He's terrified—what if she contracted AIDS?
Her life was ruined by his own hands.
The computer is on, showing the page he accidentally searched.
