"My wife had passed away a year ago. She was ambushed by bandits on her way back from her mother's home and was… killed along with the rest of the guards protecting her. We buried her in the family cemetery."
Noah raised an eyebrow at the words. He nodded at the man before looking around the room. He slowly walked up to a wooden crate placed on the opposite side of the bed.
The crate had metal hinges and silver nails stabbed into the twin dragons made of gold pinned on each side of the lock.
"This belonged to my wife. She brought it with her when we married." Looking at the box, Gu Chen spoke with a nostalgic look on his face. He looked like someone who dearly loved his wife and could not get over her death. "This is the last thing of hers that is left…"
"I am sorry…" Noah's apology confused the man, but the next second he saw him waving his hand, and a yellow paper became visible, still stuck on the crate. Once it became visible, the paper caught on fire and was burnt to ashes.
