Jinri caressed her little boy's hair as he slept soundly he looked so Much like his father. Her son couldn't understand that his father was dead he waited each day for his father to come back and hug him. It happened a year ago, Hyerim was in China she had moved there with her husband after her little boy had turned three . Jongdae had gotten a job of some sort and she had to get used to learning a new language it was midnight when there was loud banging on her door of her home. She opened the door and screamed in horror seeing her husband drenched in blood