When Jing Cheng was nine, she fed a “wild wolf” in the mountains.
She left osmanthus cake on a rock. The next day, it was gone.
Later, she learned his name was Li Mu, a “mountain ghost” who lived in the woods. He was vicious to everyone else, but only ate the food she gave him and only followed her.
He became her very own puppy, fighting for her and risking his life for her.
Then his enemies came looking for him. This “wild wolf,” who could tear apart a wild boar, tugged at her sleeve in the middle of the night, his voice trembling:
“Big Sister... please be kind to me.”
It all began with a piece of osmanthus cake. She tamed him for life.
