Park Jeong Hyeon did not have any regrets. He had lived his whole life adhering to the principles behind the name that he had been bestowed with. ['Jeong 正'] which means 'right/proper'; ['Hyeon 현'] which means 'bright'; He was intelligent, never experiencing any major hurdle in his childhood, youth, and adulthood. He had lived properly and was amiable to everyone, placing his family and close friends above others, even his own need sometimes. Was that why his beautiful elegant wife of ten years decided to off him to the after-world? He thought he had done everything 'right' for her, spoiling her and even raised her children from another man, loving them like his own. Because he was always kind and gentle, and did everything 'proper', did she think he was not manly enough? But death was the end anyway, and he would not be able to learn from his mistakes. As he closed his eyes, feeling aggrieved for having lived as a fool, he was greeted by two deities - or so they claimed. They made an offer he could not refuse: to live different lives in the three thousand worlds; to right the wrongs; to be kind to those who deserve it; and slap the faces of those who had been affected by malice and hurt innocent people. This time, Jeong Hyeon would live his lives to the fullest, love those who are worthy, help aggrieved souls who would be suffering because of the growing malice that had escaped to different worlds he would be travelling to. All with the help of the pair of deities who obviously had too much time on their hands.

[[Book 2 (FINAL book) of "One Lifetime is Never Enough"]] "I would have waited for you forever." The lament of a faraway voice that she had missed - that she had been longing to answer to - echoed in her mind. "But, you are no longer here." The despairing sigh was a muted murmur - clawing at her, begging for her to respond. But she was there, here, wherever the voice was. But then again, she might as well was not. She could no longer see, could no longer reach him. The voice sounded so near, but it was also as far as another world she could no longer be in. Nevertheless, she could still feel, in the darkness that was cradling her non-existence; the agony she felt in her non-beating heart, in her dormant soul, it was all due to her longing. For the owner of the voice. For him. The voice kept begging in agony - tormenting her, tormenting himself. And she could not do anything. "Please wait for me." "Please remember me." "Why... why can't I see you?" "Won't you wait for me?" ----------------- For you, I will wait for eternity. This time, I will wait. This time, it is my turn to wait. So please, please just let me find you. Please, be there when I find you. Please, tell me that you are still mine. That I still exist, perhaps not in your memory, but etched in your very soul. Like you have been deeply engraved in mine, lingering like a beautiful illness I will gladly bear and succumb to. Because, I will search to all corners of this world, and wait until the end of days. For you. Because, this world will always be wretched without you. And then, I will always, forever, bloom. For you. -----------------