The Many-Faced Bride: After Possessing You, I Became You

In her previous life, she was the daughter of the man who helped destroy an empire. She personally castrated the last prince, slashed his devastatingly beautiful face until it was a bloody mess, and tossed him into the snowy wilderness to die.

He died with his eyes open, swearing to make her pay a hundredfold.

In this life, he is the regent who holds power over the court, and she is the fiancée he dotes on.

He spoils her rotten, plucking stars and moons for her, and feeds her one love poison after another, all to make sure he is the only one in her heart and mind.

She thinks his tenderness is a way of making amends, never knowing it is the sharpest of cages.

Until she discovers that every night, he holds another face and calls her “Wanwan.” When that face was peeled off, it still bore a young girl’s terrified tears.

The first face, the hundredth, the five hundredth...

He will use nine hundred and ninety-nine human-skin masks to keep her trapped forever inside this one body.

She smiles.

Then let her die.

So she takes a knife and kills herself, jumps into an icy lake and kills herself, and slits her own throat in his arms.

Again and again, she cannot die.

Until, at last, she tears her soul into nine hundred and ninety-nine pieces and attaches one to every mask.

Night after night, she makes love to him, stealing a little of his lifespan each time.

When the last mask is removed, he peels off his own face and kneels before her, his voice as gentle as the first snowfall:

“Wanwan, now you finally have all of me.”

She rises in his body and speaks softly to the mirror:

“A Zhan, from now on, I am you.

You can never escape me again, and I can never die again.”

After possessing your body, I became you.

You imprisoned me for a lifetime. I will imprison you for eternity.

Neither of us will ever live in peace. Neither of us will ever die in peace.

At last, we are together forever.