I, at the Beginning, Killed My Master with a Sword, and My Wife Threw Myself into My Arms.

That day, at the master's wedding banquet when he was 60 years old, I sent him to heaven with a glass of poisoned wine. The young and beautiful lady was dressed in red. She threw herself into my arms and whispered softly in my ear: "From now on, I am yours." Once a teacher, always a father. Faced with the lovely child in my arms, I couldn't refuse in my heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.