The lady and master of the house were walking up to his bedroom worried he hadnt come down. "yuchun darling are-" she stoped speaking abruptly when she saw the painting of her daughter. So life like he cought the light in your eyes and smile. you had beautiful angle wings and a soft pink gown wite was never your color. She gasped and cover her face. The master of the house pulled her into hius chest he too was crying there on the floor was yuchun and a knife that protrufded from his chest. He died with a smile on his face. They found a note on the painters table next to the painting with the simple words. "i'll greet my love again" it was signed in his beautiful script. Despite the saddness of the occasian the master smiled fondly. "till the end you had vowed to care for my duaghter and now in death you followed suit. Goodbye my son goodbye." the lady of the house sobbed louder. Her grief could be herd to the heavens where yuchun embraced you in his arns his wings softly brushing against yours. "my dearest"