As a child, Hessen was gentle, polite and modest, no different from ordinary aristocratic children. He has the right moves, a confident body, a kind personality, and most importantly, he has Shae.
Spring in the north always comes quietly. But when the migratory birds migrated across the sky of their hometown, bringing the first loud crack of ice on the snow-capped mountains, and melting the frozen soil under their feet, the young man could remember it deeply.
At night, he slept next to the child, and sometimes he couldn't help but reach out and touch his scar. That shallow ravine was like an eternal sorrow, deeply imprinted in his young memory.
Inside.