Jiang Kaiwei gently stroked the back of the woman in his arms. His movements were gentle as if he was taking care of the most precious treasure in the world. However, his eyes were like sharp swords that flashed with cold light. It seemed as if he wanted to cut two holes in the dark night.

He clearly remembered that night five years ago, he celebrated Xia Xiaowan's birthday. They drank and ate cakes in the bar. He was drunk. Xia Xiaowan helped him upstairs. They entered ...