The three walnuts left by my grandfather predicted the three catastrophes of life and death in my life. When I was twenty-five years old, the first walnut allowed me to escape kidnapping; on the wedding day, the second walnut revealed my fiancée's terrible secret and I was forced to flee. When I seemed to be reborn, I cracked open the third walnut, only to find that I had already been trapped in a carefully woven web of revenge. The former savior, lover, and best friend were all changed beyond recognition. In the final desperate situation, the only hope was the person I had let down the most.
