Twenty Five Years Ago
"Ling Ling, we have to go…we have to go…." A twenty-five-year-old man stormed inside his house, full of panic written all over his face. "Pack our things….do it now."
"But w-why? What's happening?" His wife shared the same panic which stopped her from doing anything.
"I killed someone." He informed his wife while packing his stuff into the suitcase.
"What did you say? Whom did you kill?"
"I can't tell you now. " That man's forefinger on his lips signaled his wife not to raise more questions. "We have not much time." As his wife didn't shift from where she was, he snarled to remind his wife. "What are you waiting for?"
