Many things, many memories, get worn away by time, yet there are some that are preserved.

"Kyle... Goodbye..."

Who is speaking... He wants to see the person’s face clearly, this time... he must see clearly... he must...

Suddenly, his phoenix eyes flew open, and unconsciously, a layer of cold sweat had appeared in his palm.

Kyle Kinston let out a long breath, feeling an intense pressure in his chest. When did he start having this dream? Four years ago? Five years, or perhaps six?

In the dream, he seems to always see a figure looking back.

It is a woman, yet he cannot see her face clearly. And what is that woman looking back at? Is she looking back at him?

He cannot be certain, but each time he dreams it, the pain feels excruciating, as if the entire person is dead.

And every time in the dream, it is surrounded by that sentence... "Kyle, goodbye..."

Who is saying goodbye to him?! Is it the figure he dreams about?

Rubbing his temple, Kyle got up and walked to the bathroom. The warm water flowed, washing over his body, also removing the cold sweat from the dream.

Once he finished washing up, as he wiped his hair by the sink, his gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirror, his jet-black phoenix eyes filled with solitude.

Why does he always feel as though he has lost something very important? Continuously wanting to grasp at something, yet catching nothing. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Suddenly, his expression changed, a familiar pain erupted in his body, like countless needles piercing him, spreading with the flow of blood throughout his entire body.

Kyle clenched his teeth tightly, his hands gripping the edge of the sink, enduring the pain. This is only the precursor of the Full Moon, which is much lighter compared to the pain of the Full Moon itself, but as he grows older, not only does the pain during the Full Moon intensify, but this precursor pain also becomes increasingly severe.

After about five minutes, the pain gradually subsided within his body, and only then did he let out a long breath, slowly raising his right hand to touch the location of his heart.

It is said that if a member of the Kinston Family encounters their destined one, their body will react, their body will tell them that person is their destiny.

He is now 37 years old. In their history, those members of the Kinston Family who did not find their destined ones lived only up to 45 years, and his father shot himself at 43.

So what about him, how long can he endure this pain? Will he also end up like his father, ending it with a gun?

Except his father at least found his destined one once, whereas he... inexplicably, he thought about that figure in his dream whose face he couldn’t see clearly.

Who is that woman? Is she really... just a dream?

Leaving the bathroom, Kyle dressed and went downstairs.

Mr. Kang remains the Kinston Family’s butler and has already prepared breakfast. Kyle sat down and ate breakfast as usual, then suddenly said, "By the way, did I ever care about any woman before?"

Mr. Kang’s body trembled, and he barely managed to speak with a calm tone, "Is master referring to Francine?" Naturally, the Ms. Yu he was referring to was Francine Howards.