Nan Qiao believes love has only two possible endings: the red rose becomes the mosquito blood you swat away, and the white rose becomes a grain of rice stuck to your clothes.
What she wants to be, of all things, is the most irresistible creature in the world, one that feeds on people's hearts and blood.
And as for the one whose heart and blood she will drink... he is the king of Jincheng, and even more than that, a plaything in her hands...
Fu Shiyan never imagined he would do anything so absurd. Love had always been optional in his world. He never thought he would one day be wrapped around a woman's finger.
And that woman was someone he had raised himself, someone destined to destroy him.
He thought that if he spoke coldly and treated her harshly enough, he could erase the traces she had left in his heart. It was only when she vanished from before his eyes that he realized his very purpose in life was to be entangled with her. Otherwise, what was the point of living for a mere hundred years?
He had no shortage of money or status. The only woman he lacked was Nan Qiao.
When she appeared before him again, Fu Shiyan finally understood that the purpose of his life was to lock her firmly at his side and beneath him, keeping her from leaving for even a moment.
Alas, in the end, he could only be her plaything, at her mercy.
But so what? As long as she was by his side, he would go to heaven or hell for her. Losing his mind over her was worth it.
