Buddhist Chants in My Embrace

A meticulously planned ambush left Yan Zheng, the all-powerful, arrogant heir of the capital's elite, collapsed in a cold rain-swept night, covered in blood.

As his vision blurred, a plain umbrella cut through the murky curtain of rain. Beneath it stood a figure in white, graceful and serene, with features as clear as a snow-capped mountain after a storm.

Pei Shuyue had only meant to do a good deed. He never imagined that the person he had saved on a moment's impulse was not merely trouble, but a wolf who had set his sights on something and would never let go.

Later, the whole city knew that Yan Zheng's leash was held in a hand as delicate as jade. The beast willingly bowed his head, and even the immortal descended to earth, touched by the warmth of mortal life for one person.

I found an injured beast in the wilderness. I meant to let him go once he healed, but in the end, he became my one and only protector, and the beloved I would indulge for the rest of my life.