When Seventh Brother returned, he found Gong Yu lying by the French window. He was suffocating and sweat was pouring down his face, soaking his shirt thoroughly. He was as pale as a piece of paper and he kept his hand above his heart. He was obviously undergoing tremendous pain; the streams of tears left clear traces on his face, making him look extra pitiful, yet he still forced a vibrant smile. Seventh Brother had never seen this smile before; it was so captivating that one could not look ...