In another world where women rule and men are inferior, A Yue, a male slave, is falsely accused of adultery and beaten to death on a night of the blood moon, dying with his innocence unvindicated.
When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself huddled in a strange city's rainy night. The woman who rescues him has the exact same face as his tyrannical wife and mistress, yet she's timid and gentle, and fumbles in a panic when she spills paint.
Lin Xiao, a socially anxious illustrator, takes in the man she found that rainy night, dressed in ancient clothes and stained with what looks like blood. He is as skittish as a deer, calls her “Master,” and mistakes her television for an instrument of torture. Yet sometimes, when he looks at her drawings, there's a light in his eyes she has never seen before.
She teaches him about a world where men and women are equal and no one has to kneel, and tells him, “You don't belong to anyone.” In return, his aesthetics, refined over a thousand years, breathe life into her faded strokes. When the world rejects her, he is the first to tell her, “Your painting is beautiful.”
A ghost who fled the blood-red moonlight and a soul wandering in the shadows of self-doubt meet in the cracks between two worlds. This is not a master training her servant. It is two wounded people who, through equal love, teach each other to stand tall and bask in the morning light.
