My Summoned Partner Is a Werewolf

In the spring of her twenty-third year, Chen Aomu had the longest dream of her life.

In the dream, she stood in a vast square surrounded by people dressed in white.

A woman in black knelt in the middle of the square, her long hair falling to her waist, her back straight.

Golden light shone around her, like some kind of formation.

Chen Aomu tried to walk toward her, but couldn't move her legs.

She heard someone speak: “Kuang Lingling, eighteen years old. The Spirit Awakening Ceremony begins.”

Kuang Lingling.

So your name is Kuang Lingling.

Then the formation went dark.

The people around them whispered. Some sighed, others took pleasure in her misfortune.

The woman named Kuang Lingling stood up, expressionless, and walked step by step out of the crowd.

As she passed Chen Aomu, Chen Aomu reached out with all her might

This time, she touched her.

Not a person, but an emotion.

A vast loneliness pressed down on her like the deep sea. And stubbornness, the kind that would never admit defeat, even in death. And just a little, only a little, hurt.

When Chen Aomu woke, she realized she was crying.

She sat up and gazed at the first light of dawn outside the window, murmuring to herself:

“Kuang Lingling. Wait for me. I'm coming soon.”