s hands, leisurely. The pampered young master from a distinguished family was different; every finger looked like a work of art.Huo Shaoting threw away the napkin and suddenly looked at Wen Man beside...to a deathly silence once more, broken only by the sound of snowflakes falling outside the window.Ho Zhen Dong stood by the window.He was equally saddened, Wen Man was a child he cherished dearly. In...