Publisher's Synopsis
Late at night in the attic:
A gust of cold wind pierced through the window, making the candlelight sway back and forth.
Under the flickering candlelight, one could vaguely see a pair of eyes filled with complicated
emotions.
What were those complicated emotions?
A cocktail of various emotions swimming in his eyes, giving them a complicated look. It had a
hint of helplessness, a trace of fear, a touch of unwillingness, a crumb of anxiousness, and a
hunk of surprise. This was enough to show the degree of complexity in the emotions of this
person, Jake Hampton.
Jake took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He stretched out his left hand and looked at his
white and delicate hand. His thumb and index finger were full of calluses. Looking at them, he
couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter expression.
