Erkang stood under the high walls of the Forbidden City, his heart beating like a drum, as if he could hear the echo of the oath he made back then. He thought that the past had long been diluted by time, but he never thought that some debts would have to be repaid eventually.
For ten years, he felt guilty about Ziwei.
Whenever the night is quiet, Erkan will always think of Princess Musa's tears, soft words, and irresistible tenderness on that rainy night in Myanmar that year. That ulterior past is like a thorn, piercing deep into my heart.
But now, Princess Musa suddenly appeared in the Forbidden City with a ten-year-old girl. She said: "Erkang, this is your daughter."
