Junsu, an impeccable butler of the Wang household, stole a glance towards the balcony before he made his way downstairs to instruct Hani, the new but clumsy maid, on how to dust the antique furniture.  He felt uneasy as the gentleman, Jaejoong, had been chatting with the mistress of the house, Cyndi, for nearly three hours on the balcony since the gentleman knocked on the door this morning.  The rose tea should be cold by now, and yet, Cyndi dismissed him every time he tried to refill the teapot.  Then, he heard a shriek.  A beautiful and eerie shriek, of which the voice belonged to his mistress.  Immediately, he abandoned everything on hand and rushed to the balcony.

"Why...?" Cyndi uttered with pain in her voice.

"You shouldn't have been so stubborn, my dear Xinling," Jaejoong replied with a bitter smile.  "But don't worry, I'll soon follow you and we'll never be apart ever again."

Junsu's face went as pale as a ghost and soon, his world went pitch black.