When life comes to an end, everyone can't help but look back and wonder if they have any regrets...
As Sheng Bai lay on his deathbed, his fading gaze remained fixed on that young, tender face.
He could still recall that face making all sorts of mischievous expressions, a faint dimple appearing when she smiled. Now, however, her eyes were bloodshot as large tears streamed down, making Sheng Bai's heart ache with a bitter pang. He tried to raise his hand, but it fell back, limp.
As his life slipped away, a pair of warm, strong hands gripped his wrist.
'Regrets?'
Only in his daze did Sheng Bai dare to admit it: he was full of regret.
'What did he regret?'
He should have been a wild and unrestrained young master, exploring the world after completing his duty of raising the family heir. When had it all changed...?
