Jun Wu was sitting on the floor, tears rolling down his face one by one. His face was completely disfigured with numerous deep cuts, burns, and three incomprehensible hollows that looked like the faces of three people. These depressions did not just look like them, but also made quite human sounds and were now screaming so loudly that he wanted to cut his head off with a pang. Jun Wu could not bear it and dug his nails into them scratching his face. These were the faces of his three advisors, whom he killed by throwing them into the volcano when his state fell.

Jun Wu was filled with despair, anger and pain. Great pain. Mei Nianqing, his friend and support, left him alone while he suffered unbearably because he was afraid Jun Wu would hurt or even kill him. His state had fallen and everyone blamed only him for it as he was the Crown Prince. While he desperately wanted to help everyone, everyone turned their backs on him. Except Mei Nianqing supported him and stayed until Jun Wu drove him away.

He felt that it wasn't fair. Why is this happening to him?! He was drowning in grief and misery.

–I can be alone. I can be alone! I CAN BE ALONE!

He repeated these words over and over again even though he knew it was a great lie. He couldn't be alone and he couldn't stand it.