Luhan's mother laughed nervously and clutched her cup of tea a little more tightly, which Luhan did not fail to notice. She brought it up to her lips and drank a sip and said, "Well, you see, you and your father departed on bad terms before you went into unconsciousness. He's sleeping right now, but I'm sure he'll love to see you tomorrow morning."

"What exactly," Luhan asked warily, "did I do to make things tense between us?"

She shook her head reassuringly, "I'm sure he's gotten over it. There's no need to worry about it. It was just a little feud."

Luhan didn't believe a word she said. His own mother was hiding something, something big, from him. He sighed in defeat, "Well, alright then. If you say so."

The maid and his mother looked relieved that he had dropped the subject. Luhan stood up and bowed and said, "I suppose I should go to sleep now."

The maid scrambled to her feet, "I will take you to your room. It should be nice and tidied up."

A candle in hand, she led him to the end of a hallway to the left of the kitchen and slid open the door, revealing a nice and cozy room. The lady servant, or maid, placed the candle on his table and was about to leave before Luhan stopped her and piped up, "Oh, before I forget, what are my parents' names again?"

The maid's eyes widened and she stammered, "You've forgotten even that?"

Luhan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Ah, it's on the tip of my tongue. I'm ju