Sanskrit Sounds in My Arms

A well-planned assassination caused Yan Zheng, the powerful and arrogant prince of Beijing, to fall into the cold rainy night covered in blood. When his vision was distracted, a plain umbrella broke through the turbid rain curtain, and the person under the umbrella was dressed in white, and his eyes were as clear as the dawn of a snow-capped mountain. Pei Shuyue also didn't expect that he only wanted to form a good relationship, but little did he know that what he saved in a moment of soft-heartedness was not only a trouble, but also a wolf that refused to let go once he spotted it. Later, the whole city knew that Yan Zheng's chain was held in a jade-like hand, that the beast was willing to bow its head, and that the banished immortal was one person, stained with the warmth of the world of mortals. ——I picked up an injured beast in the mountains. I wanted to release it after it recovered. But later, it became my unique guardian and a lover who needs to be pampered throughout my life.