Thinking that he was the child of his mother's affair with someone else, he spent two years in the house being judged from top to bottom. The moment before he left, he vented all his resentment on his aunt's daughter, who had always taken good care of him. Three years later, he returned in fine clothes and gloriously took over the house of the murderer who once forced his mother to death. Seeing that the people he hated were no longer alive, he did not feel happy at all. In the old mansion, he repeatedly thought of her who once held his hand and said she still had me, and struggled under him. It wasn't until the moment he found her that he realized that there was another truth to the truth, and all his revenge over the years had resulted in harm to the innocent body, the mystery of her life experience, and the emotional entanglement. What would be the ending of the story...