The Young Master’s Little Runaway Bride

An Qian was beyond Jing Yan’s reach. She was his light, yet she loved another man.

He cast her into hell. She wished she were dead, consumed by unbearable pain, while he descended into madness.

“Jing Yan, please let me go,” An Qian begged him through her tears.

“A Qian, be with me. Otherwise, we can go to hell together.”

“Be good and do as I say. I can be very gentle, hmm.”