Li Wan's tears continued falling softly against her cheeks as she knelt before him, fingers clutching weakly against the fabric of his sleeve like someone drowning and desperately reaching for the only thing left that might save them.
Under the warm chandelier lights, she looked fragile and pitiful, displaying the image of a broken woman cornered by a far more powerful man.
Rain had begun falling, droplets tapping softly against the enormous glass windows of the mansion, the faint sound blending into the heavy silence stretching across the room.
Ming Ye lowered his gaze toward her calmly.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Li Wan froze slightly. The question was direct.
Her lips parted faintly before she looked away first, dabbing lightly at her tears with the tissue in her hand.
"I…" she hesitated softly. "Xiao Ye, I know asking this of you is difficult, but right now I really don't know who else I can rely on."
Ming Ye remained silent.
