[Emotionally oblivious princess × obsessive-compulsive shadow guard, with a pseudo-ensemble cast]
She woke up as a short-lived little princess in an ancient dynasty. Before she could figure out what was going on, she found a “poor thing” among the refugees: pale and pretty, with eyes as fierce as a wolf's.
“From now on, your name is Qing Ming. Come home with me.” She patted the boy's head.
The boy's gray eyes darkened. He clutched the hem of her clothes, and from then on, he worshipped her as a goddess.
She had planned to use her modern knowledge to farm and invent a few things, living a comfortable, peaceful life. Unfortunately, fate always had other plans...
“Su Xiaowan! He's glaring at me again!” Sun Zhiyang pointed indignantly at the black-clad shadow guard behind her.
“He's been shy around strangers since he was little.” Su Wan calmly handed over a piece of sweet pastry. “Qing Ming, be good.”
“Are you training a dog?” Sun Zhiyang wailed. “Wasn't I supposed to be the invincible hero? How did I end up with the second male lead's role?”
Every friend around her was stranger than the last. The unpredictable Young Master Sun was always producing curious objects, while the gentle Young Master Lin seemed to know the future... And the shadow guard she'd picked up looked at her with an increasingly feverish, obsessive gaze that made her uneasy.
Even more frightening, whenever she woke from a midnight dream, fragments of cold memories kept haunting her
The sting of a blade cutting across her neck, and a despairing whisper echoing: “Your death... was no accident.”
