A Tsing Yi Dance on the Cliff

She is his personal maid, his shadow guard and his most capable assistant. But the only one is not the one he loves. She took care of his daily life, his food, clothing, housing and transportation, but she couldn't take care of his heart. In her sixteen years of life, there was no one else she cared about except him. He saw her as no different from the rest of his men, just a living corpse for him to use. Too cold to see her affection. After a night of entanglement, he treated her like a worn-out shoe and brutally aborted the child she had placed all her hopes on. Finally she decided to leave with her broken heart in her hands. When looking back from the cliff, who can give her a word of saving?