The night Nan Yan was forced to marry Zhan Xiye, the man rumored to be a living King of Hell, she nearly lost her life at his hands.
He thought nothing of her, treating her like a little plaything.
She did everything she could to win him over, treating him like a little prey.
They agreed their marriage would last three months. Once the time was up, they would each go their separate ways.
But then he changed his mind and threw her into a cage of wolves. “With so many secret identities, where do you think you can run?”
In the end, she still escaped.
Zhan Xiye stared at Nan Yan, tied to the co-pilot’s seat in an airplane cabin, his eyes full of menace. “Tell me! Will you live with me, or die with me?”
Nan Yan said, “Then let’s die together?”
Zhan Xiye couldn’t bear to. His eyes reddened. “Yanyan, can you please not leave me?”
Nan Yan smiled. “Young Master Zhan, can’t you take a loss?”
Then one day, as Nan Yan lay in the desert gazing at the starry sky, she thought she saw the man’s mesmerizing face. “A Ye, I miss you so much.”
Zhan Xiye curled his lips into a smile. “Yanyan, I’m here. Can you give me a title today?”
