Lin Yu's silhouette, hunched over a stack of papers, was cast on the wall behind him by the dim candlelight, resembling a ferocious ghost reaching out with claws.,I don't know what was going on, but there was a constant dripping sound behind me, like something liquid was falling onto the floor.,He was a man who had always been raised in comfort and luxury, knowing only pleasure. How could he possibly care about the lives of poor villagers But the results were...。