As he looked at Shi Xiaobai raise the short knife up as though he was about to stab at his own heart, the Arch-Cardinal's eyes turned moist. Tears nearly streamed down.
He was just an ordinary lowly employee in San Francisco, United States. He turned numb towards his daily life as he was often blamed by his superiors. Back at home, he would receive the incessant nagging of his wife.
Occasionally, he would recall the touching moments during the beautiful period of back when he was in school. He regretted being playful and did not strive for excellence. As such, he would always be wasted after a meal. He would then hide in an alley to cry to himself, lamenting the distant dream that he had long abandoned.
