A Life of Counterattack

An old man with white hair was lying on the big bed as white as snow. The old man's face was haggard and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was in a deep sleep. There was also a young man in his mid-twenties standing next to the bed. He was tall and handsome, but there was a trace of anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes. Please read the main text later………… This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.