pte
a mission: to kill Eric,
, I lo
n. I looked down at Eric, who was kneeling on o
d be my wife, to shar
es
my mind repeatedly, but I sti
it me like a
dless for three years. You should graceful
rig
od, just as I had agree
fed my courtyard, taking
ain, I found myself back
cried and said, "L
ucket, threw the rope into the w
maids or servants. I had to do everything my
tritious food had made
the heavy bucke
k; without it, there would be
o you re
mechanical voice
a bitter smile wit
d it. But where in the world
ly has fallen. Now, you'r
thern Yan, flaunted his
ght into his home with all the traditional po
, my father, mother, and both sides o
s probably forgo
ally been worn down by life in the in
for three years. Naturally, you should
him, his tenderness towards her a stark contrast to
rig
ket, dressed in ro
st, perhaps because I had
as time passed, he grew increasingly impatient, often staying out all
culating in Evregan: Eri
r thought he would bring her b
begged me
azzling fireworks, witnessed by ever
I was the only o
d servants in the courtyard, took a cand
of the maids and servants. The last thing I saw
y, I w
had failed i