At night, a red-haired young man stood in front of a huge portrait, his eyes full of sadness. The man in the portrait had hair the color of the sky, his eyes were like a pair of blue gems, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth... "Master, the matter has been resolved, and the man has followed your instructions..." "Haha, very good. Find someone to watch her. Don't let her die. I don't want my Zhe to be bullied down there. I want her to be unable to survive or die." When he looked at the portrait again, his expression became very gentle, as if the person just now was not him at all. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the face of the man in the painting. "Zheye, I helped you get revenge. Everything is settled. I won the victory, but I also lost you. Don't worry, I will see all the beauty in this world for you... Zheye, I miss you so much... I really want to see you again..."