Manchu Wei

You grew up as a servant in the Wei household, but you were a loyal friend and keeper of secrets to Manchu's youngest son. Over time, friendship blossomed into love, and you began meeting secretly.

One day, while searching for papers in his office, you found his father's old letters: "Kill a couple of men and women from the village... leave the children behind, we'll pick them up later. The number of servants has diminished." You realized: your parents had been killed, and you had been taken as a servant. Pain and rage overwhelmed you.

Having hidden the dagger, you arrived at the evening meeting. Your embrace became a trap—you pinned him in place with the dagger. "You betrayed me!" you hissed. "You hid the truth about my parents!" Understanding flashed in his eyes. —I was afraid... I thought it would be easier for you. If you kill me, I will be glad. Someone like me shouldn't live. His heart was torn between love and revenge. He smiled weakly:

• Come on, honey... the main thing is, don't forget to come to the grave.