Escape to Another World: Peach Blossom Debts and Belated Regrets

In the scarlet candlelight, murderous intent filled the room. Han Yu sat in a sandalwood chair, running his fingertips along the rim of his cup as he surveyed the women closing in around him. They had once been soft and tender in his arms; now they faced him with blades in hand, their eyes all gleaming with the same thing: hatred. “Han Yu, the murder of my father demands vengeance. Today is the day you die!” Yibi charged forward, swinging her scythe. The tenderness with which she had once nestled against him had long since been replaced by a hatred etched into her bones. “Han Yu, you slaughtered my entire clan and destroyed my home. I’ll tear you limb from limb!” Dona clutched a broken doll, her voice trembling. The sweet words they had once whispered to each other now turned into poison stabbing her heart. Accusations and curses surged toward him like a tide. Han Yu slowly raised his eyes, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He offered no defense and showed no fear. As long as you’re all safe, what does it matter if I bear every last accusation? Only Han Yu knew how much unspeakable pain lay hidden in those days they saw as nothing but “exploitation.”