Yeon Lok Heun

Volume 1 Chapter 1

Nakhwa was a city of Changzhou, which you could find after walking three days outside Hwangnyongguk's capital, Jangseong. The Nokban River flowed through several mountains surrounding their biggest peak, the Goeul. This town was famous for its fine architecture and sweet fruits. It was a good place to live, without the disturbances of humanity's wars and natural disasters. 

. . . 

The sound of popping firecrackers and loud drumming filled the streets of Changju. Red lanterns hung from house to house, and Dalian, which was used to wish for a year's blessing, was attached to the gates. 'Last year is blessed, and all the years to come are auspicious.'

On the first day of the month, the alleys would be full of the scent of gyoza, enriching each heart that passes. People would line up in front of an old man's wagon where he would sell hidden sweets. 

This festival celebrated New Year's Day, the biggest holiday of our people. We celebrated by wearing colorful clothes in autumn colors. 

Little kids laughed at the firecrackers popping without warning, while young men wearing lion masks danced in tune to the sound of the drums.

It was a long and steady winter, but the sky would not always be gray. It was just a reminder that the year would be auspicious and the Heavenly Father would send out a clear sky. 

As the firecrackers exploded, smoke rose up the sky out of an orange flame. The shouts of people increased. In response, the people who lit the firecrackers became more hasty in their work. 

Ayeon, the wife of Muhan, came out to watch the festival with him. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist as if he were trying to protect her from the winter cold. To him, she was the most precious thing in the world. 

"Ayeon, aren't you cold?"

"No." Her lips opened with a smile. Even after a long time, the smile of his wife was as gentle as ever. When they were younger, he had fallen in love with her at first sight. 

He'd met her a long time ago. Due to his mother, Muhan had descended from the temple. Its been three months since he'd left the place to go visit his home, and he would have to go back soon.

He had returned late last night, singing a lullaby to his wife and daughter. He held the door open for a long time and simply looked at his child before going inside. When he had came back, Ayeon's face seemed absolutely beautiful. Upon seeing him, she had smiled as a blush painted her smooth cheeks. 

Now Nanny, who had been trailing them with their baby, asked, "Wuhan, the preparations for the temple must have been very difficult. Are you sure you want to go there again?" 

When Ayeon looked at her husband anxiously, he shook his head and replied, "As long as I have my wife Ayeon and our daughter Lokheun by my side, I can do anything." 

Ayeon laughed. As her slender eyebrows arched up, her bright eyes simmered. "Oh, so that's what the monk named our child?"

"He named her Lok for 'happiness' and Heun for 'dawn' He also said that our child has a great destiny because the time of yours and her birth were very fortuitous."

"Lokheun . . . I love our daughter's name. I love her. I pray that she will grow up to be as pure and true as this morning's sky, and that she will live happily as her name implies."

Love filled the eyes of his beautiful and precious wife and he pulled her closer. 

The sound of the drums got louder, waking up Lokheun, who had fallen asleep in Nanny's arms. The baby looked around with sultry eyes. 

Performing the dragon dance was a man inside a dragon, holding onto a pole while running vigorously. It's elongated body flexed, shaking the blue beads adorning itself. 

Another man with a lion's mask stood proudly while facing the blue dragon. The gold material attached to his eyes turned back and forth like the king's bell, shining brilliantly under the sunlight. It was as if the lion's essence was driving away evil.

The dragon and the lion harmonized as fire burned between them. Their dancing accelerated. 

The excitement of the festival spread to the smiling faces of the family. 

At that moment, a pair of eyes glowed dark while peering down at them from up high. As he climbed the tower of Giru and watched the festival, he beckoned to his predecessor, Taebu.

"Taebu, take a look at that."

"Yes, Geumrahan?"

"Down there . . . do you know who the woman wearing the green dress is?"

Geumrahan pointed to the woman and Taebu's eyes followed. At first glance, he noticed that the woman was a wife with a family. Although she seemed poor, she smiled without worry or distress. She looked beautiful even in Taebu's eyes. 

"This isn't good. It's barely been three months since the birth of her daughter . . . but even this wouldn't prevent him from letting go any woman that he has noticed," Taebu muttered. "She is Baek Ayeon, the wife of Scholar Yeon Muhan." 

Taebu deliberately emphasized that Ayeon was a man's wife, hoping that it might change Geumrahan's mind. 

"What are they doing? What is he doing?"

Geumrahan peered at Ayeon as he questioned about her husband. He opened his ears up to Taebu, but his ferocious eyes were still looking at Baek Ayeon. 

"They're a family that manages to get by in Changju. Although a scholar, Yeon Muhan is simply an ordinary student."

He laughed. They were powerless, so the woman would be all his. 

"Good. They do after all live in such a rotten place like this . . . I should've known."

As Geumrahan's appetite grew, cold sweat flowed down Taebu's back. This was definitely a problem. However, Taebu knew that he would do all that was ordered of him. His conscience remained weak. 

Nodding his head, he swore allegiance like a dog. 

"Seems like that woman caught a waste as a husband." Geumrahan turned and clucked his tongue unconsciously. 

. . . 

"Mother, you can sleep now."

Ayeon lifted her head up and encouraged her mother-in-law to immerse herself in sleep. 

"When you grow old, sleep only reduces your time to live. Ayeon, go ahead and sleep without me."

Her mother-in-law shook her head and peered at Lokheun's tiny face. Their family relatives had been disappointed that their daughter-in-law was unable to have a son, but seeing her first granddaughter now, she was plenty satisfied. These days, she had been immersed in the fun of children. 

"The more I look at you, the more you resemble your mom."

The baby's eyes were drowsy and her dried lips moved little by little to breathe. Her mother-in-law gently toughed the baby's plumped cheeks, red from the cold breeze that came through the window. 

Ayeon smiled at her mother-in-law's words. She stared into the air with anxious eyes as the paper hanging on the circular window trembled in the wind. If it was cold here, the mountain temple would be colder for her husband. She missed him severely. He had left three days ago after seeing the festival with her. 

She placed a letter for him on a frame. In it, she wrote 'Are you doing well? I've been making more winter clothes to pass the time without you . . .'

A rattling sound suddenly came from outside. Had the blizzard striked the gate? Ayeon frowed and focused on embroidering instead, but it just got louder. It wasn't the sound of the wind, but rather somebody knocking on the door. 

Nanny, who had been helping with the embroidering on the side, raised her head. "My Lady, I'll go and check it out." As she stood up, the clothes that she had been working on fell. When she opened the door, she found that everything was oddly bright. Something was happening.

Nanny heard footsteps. It wasn't just one or two footsteps, but several of them. The smell of burning wafted through the air and fire licked at a picture hanging on the wall.

Back inside, Ayeon's mother-in-law opened a cupboard and set the baby in one of it's dark corners. Tired, they both exchanged worried looks. 

"Ayeon, go inside with your baby."

Ayeon's pupils widened in the presence of her resolute mother-in-law. "But what about you, Mother?"

"I'm old, but you're still young with a lot of potential. Besides, your baby needs you."

"I'm not going to hide without you. I promised my family that I'd take care of you." 

They suddenly heard a scream. Surprised, they both turned and saw Nanny. 

"My lady . . . run . . ."

The door leading to their main building was burning down. Ayeon closed the cupboard containing her baby with trembling hands. It was too late to avoid the trouble. Lokheun would be safe, at least. 

"Mother, stay behind me."

There was an intruder outside the door. Ayeon was scared. She didn't know who they were and she couldn't let them get inside. The door, however, opened quietly. 

"What are you doing inside my house?" She demanded.

Twenty men with red masks were standing outside. Their captain laughed loudly, echoing a love song. He was a big man with threatening eyes that flashed in the savage light. 

The beautiful woman who had wandered his dreams was at last right in front of his eyes. Geumrahan climbed inside with a single step and immediately held Ayeon. 

The woman was as light as a bird. Her fragrant smell was hard to resist and he pressed his lips against her soft face. 

"What the hell are you doing!? Let go of me!" 

He simply went back to the yard with her in hand. Ayeon's body, which was usually quite slender and flexible, was stiff and contracted like a large clam. 

Her mother-in-law followed right behind them. "You vile thieves . . . what are you doing with my daughter? I won't let you go!"

Geumrahan wasn't a stranger to seeing struggling elderly woman and he was quite annoyed. He glanced around and saw Taebu approaching the old woman with his sword. He striked her and she collapsed, her blood staining the white snow. 

"Mother!"

"A- Ayeon . . ."

Nanny sat with her knees bent next to Ayeon's mother-in-law, her old face distorted with tears. "What type of person are you!? She's just an old woman . . . let her go . . ."

Geumrahan smirked. "Like they say, if the owner of a dog dies, their fate will be shared, so this will be good for you."

Once again, Taebu's sword swiped across the night sky and stabbed Nanny, who's blood contributed to soaking the snow and floor. Taebu spitted on their remains, believing that doing so would allow him to escape from their spirits. 

"Everybody else . . . you can do whatever you want."

With Geumrahan's words, his subordinates, wearing the masks of thieves, killed the rest of the servants and thoroughly destroyed most of the house. Some even coveted wealth. 

Nobody would hear their desperate screams and give them a helping hand. The area remained abandoned and buried in the darkness of black screams that had fallen dead. 

Ayeon was too tired and grief stricken to scream at this point. There was so much left to her life, but this vicious man was already too fascinated with her. 

He pressed Ayeon and inserted himself, plucking and scratching her soft chest with his rough beard. Her head bumped hard against the floor. 

"You're better than I thought . . . it tastes amazing."

Geumrahan grumbled and looked at her body. Her delicate neck gave him much pleasure. But at this rate, she would become a ghost. He would've spent a few days like this with her if the conditions had allowed it. Ayeon clenched her teeth as he grumbled and blood flowed down her chin. 

His breath became increasingly harsh and he peaked alone, exploding inside a woman who made him lose his mind. He tasted heaven in her body. 

With lust blurring his eyes, he looked down at the woman lying underneath him and strangled her to destroy the evidence. 

He tasted bitterness in his mouth. The pleasure he had with her couldn't be expressed with words.

Ayeon's hand, which had been sizzling, was now sagging. 

. . .

Tuk! Ink splashed everywhere. Wuhan looked at the broken ink stick with vague eyes. It was said to be very good so he had bought it . . . but why did it break?

The black stain it created seemed ominous. Wuhan stood up from his desk, worry wrapping around his whole body. Something could've happened to Ayeon. 

He urgently left to go home, but when he finally arrived, nobody welcomed him. Only a pile of bodies were visible, lying all over the red-stained yard. 

The skeleton of his home had remained intact. Fear suffocated himself as he raised his voice and called out for his family. "Ayeon! Mom!"

He looked through the bodies, finding Nanny's bodies overlapping his mother's. People who committed such brutality would be unable to live without violence and abuse. 

"Mother!" Screaming, he ran at an urgent pace and pulled her out to hug her. She may not have passed away yet. Her rested his fingers on her faintly warm neck and felt that she was still breathing. 

"Mother, stay awake . . . don't leave me! What happened?" He pressed at the sticky blood on her chest, trying to stop the flow. But the blood continued to gush out despite his best attempts. 

"Ayeon . . . what did they do to her?" The blood steadily increased and he became more panicked. 

"Who did this!?"

"I- I couldn't see their faces through their masks, but please . . . don't take revenge." As her last words passed she closed her eyes. 

"Mother! Mother!" He buried his face in her body. He couldn't believe this was happening. Everything was normal just three days ago, but now . . . it was all ruined.

He stood up, telling himself to stop crying. He set his mother's body down and approached the flower bed. 

His wife was in the snow-covered flowers.

Sitting down on his knees, he pulled her out. Seeing her strangled like this, he became furious that there was no justice in the world. Red handprints remained on the rim of his wife's pale neck. 

He took off his coat and wrapped his beloved wife. Ayeon clutched his right hand and gave him an object that twinkled in the dark. It was the the seal of the viceroy. Was this the person who had inflicted such pain upon Ayeon?

Wuhan knew that he would never be able to keep his mother's last will. When Ayeon's breaths ended, he became stuck between his warring emotions. How could he possibly live without her?

Hot tears flowed through the blood coating his skin. "Honey . . . Ayeon, forgive me. I swear that one day, I will go and take revenge for us."

He heard a cry from inside the remains of the house and went back inside. Opening a cupboard, he found his sobbing daughter and once again vowed his vengeance. This would be the beginning of a sinful man. Everything that he would do in the future would be a return of the wicked actions of this fateful night. 

In the early morning, the mansion had been covered by thick fog from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. 

The sorrowful mist was from the smoke that had burned the bodies of his wife and mother. 

The large red flames were the heat that had destroyed them.

Wuhan's last tears glistened inside his heart. 

Volume 1 Chapter 1

Nakhwa was a city of Changzhou, which you could find after walking three days outside Hwangnyongguk's capital, Jangseong. The Nokban River flowed through several mountains surrounding their biggest peak, the Goeul. This town was famous for its fine architecture and sweet fruits. It was a good place to live, without the disturbances of humanity's wars and natural disasters. 

. . . 

The sound of popping firecrackers and loud drumming filled the streets of Changju. Red lanterns hung from house to house, and Dalian, which was used to wish for a year's blessing, was attached to the gates. 'Last year is blessed, and all the years to come are auspicious.'

On the first day of the month, the alleys would be full of the scent of gyoza, enriching each heart that passes. People would line up in front of an old man's wagon where he would sell hidden sweets. 

This festival celebrated New Year's Day, the biggest holiday of our people. We celebrated by wearing colorful clothes in autumn colors. 

Little kids laughed at the firecrackers popping without warning, while young men wearing lion masks danced in tune to the sound of the drums.

It was a long and steady winter, but the sky would not always be gray. It was just a reminder that the year would be auspicious and the Heavenly Father would send out a clear sky. 

As the firecrackers exploded, smoke rose up the sky out of an orange flame. The shouts of people increased. In response, the people who lit the firecrackers became more hasty in their work. 

Ayeon, the wife of Muhan, came out to watch the festival with him. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist as if he were trying to protect her from the winter cold. To him, she was the most precious thing in the world. 

"Ayeon, aren't you cold?"

"No." Her lips opened with a smile. Even after a long time, the smile of his wife was as gentle as ever. When they were younger, he had fallen in love with her at first sight. 

He'd met her a long time ago. Due to his mother, Muhan had descended from the temple. Its been three months since he'd left the place to go visit his home, and he would have to go back soon.

He had returned late last night, singing a lullaby to his wife and daughter. He held the door open for a long time and simply looked at his child before going inside. When he had came back, Ayeon's face seemed absolutely beautiful. Upon seeing him, she had smiled as a blush painted her smooth cheeks. 

Now Nanny, who had been trailing them with their baby, asked, "Wuhan, the preparations for the temple must have been very difficult. Are you sure you want to go there again?" 

When Ayeon looked at her husband anxiously, he shook his head and replied, "As long as I have my wife Ayeon and our daughter Lokheun by my side, I can do anything." 

Ayeon laughed. As her slender eyebrows arched up, her bright eyes simmered. "Oh, so that's what the monk named our child?"

"He named her Lok for 'happiness' and Heun for 'dawn' He also said that our child has a great destiny because the time of yours and her birth were very fortuitous."

"Lokheun . . . I love our daughter's name. I love her. I pray that she will grow up to be as pure and true as this morning's sky, and that she will live happily as her name implies."

Love filled the eyes of his beautiful and precious wife and he pulled her closer. 

The sound of the drums got louder, waking up Lokheun, who had fallen asleep in Nanny's arms. The baby looked around with sultry eyes. 

Performing the dragon dance was a man inside a dragon, holding onto a pole while running vigorously. It's elongated body flexed, shaking the blue beads adorning itself. 

Another man with a lion's mask stood proudly while facing the blue dragon. The gold material attached to his eyes turned back and forth like the king's bell, shining brilliantly under the sunlight. It was as if the lion's essence was driving away evil.

The dragon and the lion harmonized as fire burned between them. Their dancing accelerated. 

The excitement of the festival spread to the smiling faces of the family. 

At that moment, a pair of eyes glowed dark while peering down at them from up high. As he climbed the tower of Giru and watched the festival, he beckoned to his predecessor, Taebu.

"Taebu, take a look at that."

"Yes, Geumrahan?"

"Down there . . . do you know who the woman wearing the green dress is?"

Geumrahan pointed to the woman and Taebu's eyes followed. At first glance, he noticed that the woman was a wife with a family. Although she seemed poor, she smiled without worry or distress. She looked beautiful even in Taebu's eyes. 

"This isn't good. It's barely been three months since the birth of her daughter . . . but even this wouldn't prevent him from letting go any woman that he has noticed," Taebu muttered. "She is Baek Ayeon, the wife of Scholar Yeon Muhan." 

Taebu deliberately emphasized that Ayeon was a man's wife, hoping that it might change Geumrahan's mind. 

"What are they doing? What is he doing?"

Geumrahan peered at Ayeon as he questioned about her husband. He opened his ears up to Taebu, but his ferocious eyes were still looking at Baek Ayeon. 

"They're a family that manages to get by in Changju. Although a scholar, Yeon Muhan is simply an ordinary student."

He laughed. They were powerless, so the woman would be all his. 

"Good. They do after all live in such a rotten place like this . . . I should've known."

As Geumrahan's appetite grew, cold sweat flowed down Taebu's back. This was definitely a problem. However, Taebu knew that he would do all that was ordered of him. His conscience remained weak. 

Nodding his head, he swore allegiance like a dog. 

"Seems like that woman caught a waste as a husband." Geumrahan turned and clucked his tongue unconsciously. 

. . . 

"Mother, you can sleep now."

Ayeon lifted her head up and encouraged her mother-in-law to immerse herself in sleep. 

"When you grow old, sleep only reduces your time to live. Ayeon, go ahead and sleep without me."

Her mother-in-law shook her head and peered at Lokheun's tiny face. Their family relatives had been disappointed that their daughter-in-law was unable to have a son, but seeing her first granddaughter now, she was plenty satisfied. These days, she had been immersed in the fun of children. 

"The more I look at you, the more you resemble your mom."

The baby's eyes were drowsy and her dried lips moved little by little to breathe. Her mother-in-law gently toughed the baby's plumped cheeks, red from the cold breeze that came through the window. 

Ayeon smiled at her mother-in-law's words. She stared into the air with anxious eyes as the paper hanging on the circular window trembled in the wind. If it was cold here, the mountain temple would be colder for her husband. She missed him severely. He had left three days ago after seeing the festival with her. 

She placed a letter for him on a frame. In it, she wrote 'Are you doing well? I've been making more winter clothes to pass the time without you . . .'

A rattling sound suddenly came from outside. Had the blizzard striked the gate? Ayeon frowed and focused on embroidering instead, but it just got louder. It wasn't the sound of the wind, but rather somebody knocking on the door. 

Nanny, who had been helping with the embroidering on the side, raised her head. "My Lady, I'll go and check it out." As she stood up, the clothes that she had been working on fell. When she opened the door, she found that everything was oddly bright. Something was happening.

Nanny heard footsteps. It wasn't just one or two footsteps, but several of them. The smell of burning wafted through the air and fire licked at a picture hanging on the wall.

Back inside, Ayeon's mother-in-law opened a cupboard and set the baby in one of it's dark corners. Tired, they both exchanged worried looks. 

"Ayeon, go inside with your baby."

Ayeon's pupils widened in the presence of her resolute mother-in-law. "But what about you, Mother?"

"I'm old, but you're still young with a lot of potential. Besides, your baby needs you."

"I'm not going to hide without you. I promised my family that I'd take care of you." 

They suddenly heard a scream. Surprised, they both turned and saw Nanny. 

"My lady . . . run . . ."

The door leading to their main building was burning down. Ayeon closed the cupboard containing her baby with trembling hands. It was too late to avoid the trouble. Lokheun would be safe, at least. 

"Mother, stay behind me."

There was an intruder outside the door. Ayeon was scared. She didn't know who they were and she couldn't let them get inside. The door, however, opened quietly. 

"What are you doing inside my house?" She demanded.

Twenty men with red masks were standing outside. Their captain laughed loudly, echoing a love song. He was a big man with threatening eyes that flashed in the savage light. 

The beautiful woman who had wandered his dreams was at last right in front of his eyes. Geumrahan climbed inside with a single step and immediately held Ayeon. 

The woman was as light as a bird. Her fragrant smell was hard to resist and he pressed his lips against her soft face. 

"What the hell are you doing!? Let go of me!" 

He simply went back to the yard with her in hand. Ayeon's body, which was usually quite slender and flexible, was stiff and contracted like a large clam. 

Her mother-in-law followed right behind them. "You vile thieves . . . what are you doing with my daughter? I won't let you go!"

Geumrahan wasn't a stranger to seeing struggling elderly woman and he was quite annoyed. He glanced around and saw Taebu approaching the old woman with his sword. He striked her and she collapsed, her blood staining the white snow. 

"Mother!"

"A- Ayeon . . ."

Nanny sat with her knees bent next to Ayeon's mother-in-law, her old face distorted with tears. "What type of person are you!? She's just an old woman . . . let her go . . ."

Geumrahan smirked. "Like they say, if the owner of a dog dies, their fate will be shared, so this will be good for you."

Once again, Taebu's sword swiped across the night sky and stabbed Nanny, who's blood contributed to soaking the snow and floor. Taebu spitted on their remains, believing that doing so would allow him to escape from their spirits. 

"Everybody else . . . you can do whatever you want."

With Geumrahan's words, his subordinates, wearing the masks of thieves, killed the rest of the servants and thoroughly destroyed most of the house. Some even coveted wealth. 

Nobody would hear their desperate screams and give them a helping hand. The area remained abandoned and buried in the darkness of black screams that had fallen dead. 

Ayeon was too tired and grief stricken to scream at this point. There was so much left to her life, but this vicious man was already too fascinated with her. 

He pressed Ayeon and inserted himself, plucking and scratching her soft chest with his rough beard. Her head bumped hard against the floor. 

"You're better than I thought . . . it tastes amazing."

Geumrahan grumbled and looked at her body. Her delicate neck gave him much pleasure. But at this rate, she would become a ghost. He would've spent a few days like this with her if the conditions had allowed it. Ayeon clenched her teeth as he grumbled and blood flowed down her chin. 

His breath became increasingly harsh and he peaked alone, exploding inside a woman who made him lose his mind. He tasted heaven in her body. 

With lust blurring his eyes, he looked down at the woman lying underneath him and strangled her to destroy the evidence. 

He tasted bitterness in his mouth. The pleasure he had with her couldn't be expressed with words.

Ayeon's hand, which had been sizzling, was now sagging. 

. . .

Tuk! Ink splashed everywhere. Wuhan looked at the broken ink stick with vague eyes. It was said to be very good so he had bought it . . . but why did it break?

The black stain it created seemed ominous. Wuhan stood up from his desk, worry wrapping around his whole body. Something could've happened to Ayeon. 

He urgently left to go home, but when he finally arrived, nobody welcomed him. Only a pile of bodies were visible, lying all over the red-stained yard. 

The skeleton of his home had remained intact. Fear suffocated himself as he raised his voice and called out for his family. "Ayeon! Mom!"

He looked through the bodies, finding Nanny's bodies overlapping his mother's. People who committed such brutality would be unable to live without violence and abuse. 

"Mother!" Screaming, he ran at an urgent pace and pulled her out to hug her. She may not have passed away yet. Her rested his fingers on her faintly warm neck and felt that she was still breathing. 

"Mother, stay awake . . . don't leave me! What happened?" He pressed at the sticky blood on her chest, trying to stop the flow. But the blood continued to gush out despite his best attempts. 

"Ayeon . . . what did they do to her?" The blood steadily increased and he became more panicked. 

"Who did this!?"

"I- I couldn't see their faces through their masks, but please . . . don't take revenge." As her last words passed she closed her eyes. 

"Mother! Mother!" He buried his face in her body. He couldn't believe this was happening. Everything was normal just three days ago, but now . . . it was all ruined.

He stood up, telling himself to stop crying. He set his mother's body down and approached the flower bed. 

His wife was in the snow-covered flowers.

Sitting down on his knees, he pulled her out. Seeing her strangled like this, he became furious that there was no justice in the world. Red handprints remained on the rim of his wife's pale neck. 

He took off his coat and wrapped his beloved wife. Ayeon clutched his right hand and gave him an object that twinkled in the dark. It was the the seal of the viceroy. Was this the person who had inflicted such pain upon Ayeon?

Wuhan knew that he would never be able to keep his mother's last will. When Ayeon's breaths ended, he became stuck between his warring emotions. How could he possibly live without her?

Hot tears flowed through the blood coating his skin. "Honey . . . Ayeon, forgive me. I swear that one day, I will go and take revenge for us."

He heard a cry from inside the remains of the house and went back inside. Opening a cupboard, he found his sobbing daughter and once again vowed his vengeance. This would be the beginning of a sinful man. Everything that he would do in the future would be a return of the wicked actions of this fateful night. 

In the early morning, the mansion had been covered by thick fog from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. 

The sorrowful mist was from the smoke that had burned the bodies of his wife and mother. 

The large red flames were the heat that had destroyed them.

Wuhan's last tears glistened inside his heart.