Erkang stood beneath the towering walls of the Forbidden City, his heart pounding as though he could hear the echoes of the vows he'd made long ago. He had thought the past had long since faded with time, but some debts, it seemed, had to be paid.
For ten years, he had been consumed by guilt over Ziwei.
Whenever night grew quiet, Erkang would think of that rainy night in Myanmar, of Princess Musa's tears, her tender words, and the irresistible warmth she offered. That secret past was a thorn lodged deep in his heart.
Now, Princess Musa had suddenly appeared in the Forbidden City with a ten-year-old girl. She said, “Erkang, this is your daughter.”
