It was love, or perhaps an obsession, but she could no longer tell the difference.
She simply wanted to exist in his world.
For that goal, she spared no expense.
The night deepened.
The light was still on in the study, and Yeh Cangqiong was still busy with proposals for handling Hai Kui, many of which had been submitted for consideration.
All the proposals pointed to one end: the public execution of Hai Kui.
After all, as the leader of the pirates, Hai Kui had caused too much trouble over the years.
Taking out a golden lighter, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and allowed the smoke to curl around his fingers.
Closing his eyes, within the faint haze, he seemed to see a face.
It was still that sunny, warm morning, and the figure in a wedding dress, casting a faint smile at him, was a scene he often recalled.
A soft sound of footsteps arose.
He lifted his eyes and saw Madam Xue's figure at the door of the study.
