It Hurts

Three in the morning.

Yang Feng wordlessly strolled down the dim and winding hallways of the Zhao Mansion. He was impressed by the top-notch security placed around this mansion. It was extremely hard for him to break in past the electrified fences, the guard-dogs just a few yards away from the main door, and the laser beams hidden in the hallways, but nothing was impossible for Yang Feng.

He walked down the hallways, wondering which room she was in. It was a full moon tonight so there was enough moonlight seeping through the windows to guide him a pale path down the corridors. After a few minutes of walking, he finally came across a door with a golden plate that had her name on it.

He pushed the door open, locking it behind him. His footsteps were very quiet, so much that it didn't create a single noise, so when he heard a cry, he stiffened. His head snapped to the right where there was a bed with muslin curtains hanging down from the top.

"No...I'm sorry…"