It was 2:40 AM! Five hours, ten minutes and thirty-eight seconds since Wen Xinya was kidnapped!
Si Yiyan stared at the lines and creases on his palm, trying his best to count them. However, he realized that they were intricately intertwined around each other and that there was no way to count them at all. He again thought about the prophecy of his destiny.
He was said to be destined to die alone!
He thought about the dream that he had when he was a child, during which he lived the rest of his life alone. That dream felt so real as if it had really happened in real life. It stuck with him even until today. During the dream, he had immeasurable power, authority and wealth. However, despite all the glory and success that he enjoyed, he would still feel empty and lonely when night came, so much that it was difficult for him to face up to reality.