Standing by the window, looking out, I've seen this view too many times before. It seems like each time carries a different mood, probably because of the increasing experiences I've had.
I remember the first time I met the Old Monster, it seemed to be in this very room. I was less than twenty, rebellious, and brash.
Now, no matter what, Liu Yichen can't return to that youthful arrogance and brilliance.
"You heard about us being collectively attacked, right?" Liu Yichen held his shoulders, his eyes filled with a calm murderous aura.
There isn't much left in his life now; his siblings will always come first. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be scheming to avenge the third and fourth brothers, despite everyone's objections, trying to find the real culprit behind it all.
"Received the message and checked it out." The Old Monster, rarely, thought straightforwardly this time: "There's some clue. Such a massive scene can't possibly leave no trace."
"Who did it?"
