The man who used to look so heavenly handsome, strong, stern, and always emitted a radiant aura wherever he went no longer existed. He now always wears a black cloak, unshaved and looked shabby like a living corpse.
Another half a year later, marked the third year since the fire incident. The King decided to approach Mua Kong while he shut himself inside his study room with all the curtains down.
Mua Kong sat in the dark room filled with emptiness, his eyes lifeless. The King had enough of seeing his son this way and mustered the courage to visit. When the King arrived into the study, he saw his son sitting on the chair in the dark staring at blank spaces.
Mua Kong didn't move or shift his gaze to look at the person who came in. He remained still like a statue.
