Prologue: Revenge Sure is Sweet

"Please! Please spare me, Sister!"

The ghost of Lin Jiayi looked down at her twin sister with ridicule in her eyes. She menacingly laughed at Lin Jialing, who is kneeling on the sharp roots of the trees in the woods, eyes filled with tears.

"Lingling, look at you. Begging for mercy to your own murder victim. Now, isn't that pathetic?"

Lin Jialing looked up, her eyes trained on the misty figure who appears to be her deceased sister. Jialing had killed her accidentally out of envy, pushing her face into a bathtub, causing poor Jiayi to drown.

"Yi Jie, please! I... I didn't kill you on purpose, I swear!"

The pitiful girl continued to plead. Lin Jiayi was known to be a lady who is too kind, someone who would not even want to kill an ant what's more her own sister.

"I wouldn't want blood on my hands..." Jiayi started to say. Jialing let out the breath she didn't know she was holding until she heard her sister continue, "At least, not until I get my answers.

Lingling, you are my SISTER. Yet, you killed me just because I got your dream guy? You killed me because of Xi Chua, the father of my child, just because he was your crush? Now, my son has to live without both her parents, you scheming bastard!"

Lin Jialing was crying until she felt a stinging pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Yi Jie! I'm sorry. Please spare me, Yi Jie, please!" her apologies keep flowing out of her mouth as if those are the only words she knows to say. Jiayi nodded, as if her question had been answered with a big fat YES. She was murdered out of envy by her own twin sister! Worse, she was killed because she was the one who married her husband instead of Lin Jialing.

"That is enough, Lingling. You cannot change my mind. I would not be here if the angels minded if I borrow a very dangerous asset of theirs, Sister dear. Vengeance. Revenge sure is sweet. Don't you agree, Ling Jie?" Jiayi emphasised the Ling Jie in her sentence, basically highlighting the fact that they are, or maybe were sisters.

Almost suddenly, a pair of hand-shaped mist placed itself onto Lin Jialing's neck before squeezing them, corrupting the air flow between oxygen and carbon dioxide in her body. Breathing used to be the easiest thing but at that moment, Jialing had forgotten how it felt like.

A few moments passed before a soul had been reaped out of a body. The corpse of a woman lay between the fallen twigs and roots of humongous trees. Brown eyes bulging, her face whiter than paper. Seeing her sister's body satisfied Lin Jiayi.

She closed her eyes and let herself embrace in the warmth of vengeance in the chilly night as she let out a hum of a very sweet and soft melody. But the song contained an eerie tune, one that can send chills down one's spine. She sang it loud, making sure even those who are asleep heard it.

With that, she finally left the world with a warning. She had written on the ground with red letters of which she had taken from her sister's blood;

"A DESCENDANT OF MINE YOU SHALL FACE.

WILL SHE BRING SORROW WHEREVER SHE GAZES

WHEN THE TIME SERVES YOU RIGHT.

FOR THE TUNE YOU HAVE HEARD TONIGHT,

THE MELODY OF VENGEANCE,

WILL BE THE ONLY SONG SHE KNOWS TO SING.

AND THE SONG ONLY SHE AND I KNOW THE SCORE.

THAT WILL BE THE PAY OF A HORRIBLE BETRAYAL.

FOR EVEN ONE DROP OF INK RUINS A BARREL OF MILK!"