As the daughter of a guilty minister, she was sent to be buried in honor of the sick prince.
During the day, in the eyes of outsiders, he was a dying man coughing up blood and dying.
Late at night, under the warmth of the red candle tent, he turned into a demanding wolf and locked her tightly in his arms. His hot breath brushed against her ears: "Everyone in the world wants me to die, but you... Are my medicine."
She thought this was just a life-for-life deal, but little did she know that from the first sip of medicine she took for him, this exclusive entanglement every night had already made her his only antidote and personal favorite.
