Midsummer, Late Autumn

What makes a truly skilled hunter? The Thirty-Six Stratagems? Or seventy-two transformations?

“How does it matter that I have no influence? I still managed to bring a renowned top-tier star into my arms!”

“She’s just a lovely flower in my backyard. If I want her to wither, she’ll sink into the earth. If I want her to bloom, she’ll blossom!”

“You’re a bird in the sky, adored by everyone. All you have to do is chase your dreams and soar through the heavens. How could you understand a stinking fish stuck in the mud like me, for whom even staying alive is a luxury? Qiu Ye, you can live without a care in the world, but I can’t. I can’t afford to play games with you!”

“Xia Feiyu, since you don’t want me to dote on you, from now on, we’ll play by different rules.”

So, when the game is over, who will be the prey, and who will be the hunter?

Or perhaps he and she are both chasing after someone...