On a white-sheet bed lay a woman in a gray hospital robe with shut eyes; a quilt blanketed half of her unmoving body and the IV was stuck on one of her wrists.
Beside the bed, a man whose sad sleepy eyes just looked down on her had lingered there the whole night; regret and woes smeared all over his face.
It all occurred because he failed to handle those two thugs whom he had no idea where they came from and what their intention was; they didn't loot any of his or Luna's belongings. In his life, he never had conflict with anyone; was it related to his business, the project his company just won over? He wasn't sure as he never experienced that before. As a grandson of the Li family, no one had the audacity to threaten his life. His head unwittingly shook, rejecting all his speculations.
