When she heard the doorbell, Ivelle opened the door and saw Jordan. She didn't see him all night, his chin had a beard and he looked tired from the vicissitudes of life.

"May I come in?" He spoke with a haggard voice.

Ivelle nodded and made a way for him to enter.

He looked at her with warm eyes and said, "I'm sorry!"

Ivelle smiled. "I'm not angry." Alice was the elder of the Fu family. There was not much he can do.

Her body was pulled into his arms and the man who was hugging her smelled of tobacco. "It won't happen again."

It seemed to be a promise...