Lu Chi woke up to the pungent smell of disinfectant. After the anesthesia wore off, the pain in all ten fingers felt like it pierced his heart, causing his eyes to redden in an instant. Thinking back on his twenty-something years of life that had always gone smoothly, the only thing he hadn't achieved was winning over Lin Mengyao. Just when he thought Mengyao was his first and last setback, Xu Ke appeared.
Not only did Xu Ke ruin his plans, but he also beat him into that condition. If he didn't avenge this great hatred, he wouldn't deserve the surname Lu. Consumed with anger, Lu Chi slammed his fist onto the bed board, inadvertently hitting the wound on his hand. The sudden pain made him howl out loud, waking up his mother who had just dozed off.
