The Joy of Success, the Sorrow of Disaster

No matter what, Li Dawei would rather be a police officer than a leading man. So even while undercover, he never forgot who he was. He carefully gathered a great deal of evidence and identified many of the people involved. When the time came to close the net, he guided the action team through a swift, clean arrest. Not a single target got away.

The operation went smoothly, and Li Dawei earned great merit. His colleagues at the station praised him, and he received commendations from both the station and the municipal bureau.

But although Li Dawei was riding high in his career, it didn't make him very happy. He was facing other problems that had been weighing on him. If he hadn't been so cheerful—or perhaps so carefree—he might not have been able to bear it.

Recently, Li Dawei had often been staying at home and was rarely seen at the station. But everyone was busy, so nobody paid it much attention.

After all, the New Year was less than two months away. It was the season when all manner of rascals tried to cash in, and there were more criminals hoping to enjoy a good holiday.

Wang Yue only learned that Li Dawei's father had a tumor in his brain when the station arranged for people to help look after him. By then, however, the illness was already in its late stages.

Wang Yue was speechless. He hadn't expected Li Dawei to keep it bottled up so well. If Li Dawei had told him about his father's illness earlier, Wang Yue might have been able to help. His medical skills were pretty good, after all; acupuncture could have eased the symptoms and bought his father several more years. With enough time, Wang Yue might even have managed to