It was a mistake for him to meet him. He thought. He was lying on a bed with disheveled clothes, his hands and feet were chained to the bed. He was shaking slightly, and his haggard face made him look many years older. He vaguely recalled the scene when he first met him. There was a lot of noise all around but he looked at him with a pair of deep eyes, as if he was the only one in his eyes. Maybe it was a mistake from the beginning. He closed his eyes and could not get rid of his gentle face.