When Kwan woke up, he saw his reflection in the mirror, his head was covered in blood. He remembered what happened last night; he was rushing, and the car was running so fast that he accidentally bumped against a tree on a curved highway.
"Where am I?" Kwan asked himself. He stepped out from the car and looked around. "It seems like I got lost in some creepy woodland."
Kwan continued walking, leaving the worn-out car behind. After a few moments of trudging the path, he found a mansion standing in the middle of the woodland. He stopped to see if there was anyone around, but there wasn't even even a dog, so he got near. The place was quite familiar to him.
"Oh my God! Milord!" A beautiful lady in her loose red dress came out, rushing towards him. She had long, curly blonde hair, golden eyes, and a pointed nose. Her face was pale and she was wearing a very thick robe despite the sunlight. "Are you okay? What happened to your head?"
Milord? Kwan muttered. How could this happen? Everything was so fast. His wife died, he woke up in a hospital, he got in a madhouse, and now he found a mansion where a beautiful lady was calling him Milord? Did he already lose his mind?
The beautiful lady helped him inside the mansion. The whole place was so quiet, and they could hear their own footsteps as they walked through the hallway. The mansion didn't look well-maintained as the plants and grasses were so tall, and vines crept through the walls. Or perhaps the owner liked it this way.
"Please wait here, Milord; I'll just take a first aid kit," the beautiful lady said, leaving Kwan sitting on the upholstered couch inside the living room.
The fireplace was lit up, burning wood crackled, sending warmth inside the living room. Kwan looked at the paintings hanging on the walls and saw obscured scenes in his mind. After a few moments, the beautiful lady came back with a box of a first aid kit.
"It'll be painful, Milord; please endure it for a while as I dress your wound," the beautiful lady said.
"You're so kind," Kwan said. "Are you alone here?"
"I was, but now that you're here, I won't be alone anymore," the beautiful lady replied.
"May I know your name?" Kwan asked.
"Rebecca," she said with a smile.
Kwan didn't know why that name sounded so familiar. His head started aching as he couldn't remember anything. Why is this woman helping him?
"We're finally together again," Rebecca muttered.
"Are you saying something?" Kwan asked, confused. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable with this lady even if they just met each other.
"No, I'm not," Rebecca replied. "If you only knew how long I've been waiting for you to come back."
"You're really saying something," Kwan said. "Do I know you? Did we already meet before?"
"It's me, Kwan, it's me, Rebecca, your wife," Rebecca replied, confused why Kwan couldn't remember her anymore. Perhaps he'd been through a lot, or maybe he had hit his head so much that he had amnesia.
"What are you talking about?" Kwan asked, moving away. "I don't have a wife! Who are you? I don't know you!"
Rebecca found it amusing at first as she thought he was just joking around, fooling her so that she'd care about him. Then, she realized it was serious. Her husband didn't recognize her anymore.
"If I'd only met you sooner, perhaps you wouldn't be like this," Rebecca blamed herself.
The truth was, she didn't die. That cliff wasn't so high that it hadn't killed her nor her husband. She went back to their abandoned house and didn't expect that she'd be seeing her husband again.
Rebecca hugged Kwan, and he calmed down. Then she continued dressing his wounds, telling him to relax because she wouldn't hurt him, and that really helped. She knew Kwan was still so strong, and she couldn't do anything against him if he wanted to do something.
"Alright, you're fine now," Rebecca said. "Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."
Kwan nodded in response, so Rebecca went inside the kitchen and cooked his favorite lasagna. After cooking, Rebecca went back to the living room, but she was worried when she realized that Kwan wasn't there anymore. Perhaps he already went, leaving her alone again.
She turned to go back to the kitchen, but suddenly, someone hugged her from behind. Rebecca smiled, knowing that it was Kwan. She didn't know why he hugged her, but she liked it anyway.
"I thought you already go away. Are you alright now?" Rebecca asked in a worried tone. "Let's get inside the dining room and eat."
"Don't have somewhere to go," Kwan said. "I can't remember anything in the past. I don't even know who I am anymore."
"That's tragic, but you can stay here as long as you want," Rebecca replied kindly. "I'll be glad to take care of you until you can remember everything."
"But what if I can't?" Kwan asked.
"Then, I'll still be here for you,," Rebecca assured him. "You don't have to pressure yourself."
"You're so kind."
"Come on, the food is getting cold."
Kwan let go of Rebecca. He followed her inside the dining room, and they had breakfast together. He was still confused why he felt so comfortable being with this beautiful lady, and she acted like she knew him well.
"This is delicious," Kwan said, chewing the food.
"Do you like it?" Rebecca asked. "Don't worry, I can cook them again for you."
"Thanks," Kwan said.
"You don't really have to thank me. You've been taking care of me before, and I think it's finally my turn to take care of you." Rebecca smiled at him.
Kwan didn't feel good about that smile, as if she was planning something with him. Then his thoughts were racing. What if this woman was just trying to win his trust so that she could abuse him? But what does he have anyway? He lost everything, even his mind. She wouldn't get anything in return for what she was doing.
"W—why are you so kind to me?" Kwan asked again, chewing the food like a little kid.
"I already answered that question, didn't I?" Rebecca stared at him. "You are my husband, and it's normal that I should take care of you."
"But why?" Kwan asked again, unsatisfied by her answer.
"Because I love you," Rebecca replied.
Kwan was finally satisfied with her answer. He didn't know that someone still loved him after everything he had done, things that gave him nightmares, those screams for help and mercy, and that blood; they came back to his mind again and again, not giving him peace.
"Are you done already?" Rebecca asked, watching Kwan stood up. "If you are, let me show you your room so that you can rest. I know you're tired."
"Yeah," Kwan replied, washing his hands in the sink.
"Follow me," Rebecca said.
Kwan followed Rebecca. Even the room looked familiar, like he had been there for too long. He lay down on his bed and watched Rebecca go outside.
"Who is she?" Kwan muttered.
The next day, Kwan woke up inside Rebecca's room. They were both naked, but he couldn't remember what happened that night. He couldn't remember anything—like how he kissed Rebecca, brought her to bed, and had a slow and passionate night with her.
"You're awake already?" Rebecca asked, looking at Kwan. "How's your head?"
Kwan immediately stood up, but he didn't have any cover on his body, so he took the bedsheets to cover himself. He was so embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I've seen that many times before," Rebecca said, teasing him as she stood up and walked towards him. "You don't have to hide anything from me."
Kwan kept stepping backward until his back touched the wall, and he got nowhere to escape. He looked at Rebecca, her eyes, her neck, her lips—he completely lost himself again as they started kissing.
Rebecca's heart was pounding as Kwan touched the back of her neck while kissing her passionately. Their battle grew intense until they found each other on the bed again. Rebecca was lying down, while Kwan was above her, but he stopped when his head started aching.
"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked in a worried tone.
Kwan didn't reply, but an expression of agony on his face tells it all. He wasn't fine, so Rebecca immediately helped him sit down.
Rebecca didn't really know what to do. She couldn't call a doctor either as she didn't want them to find out that they were still alive—that would be another trouble. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life inside a prison. She'd rather keep running away with her husband than be caught.
They had faced a lot of challenges together already, and even death didn't succeed in taking them apart, so she wouldn't allow anyone to separate them again. She'd do everything to protect her husband.