The Red String's Mistake

She spent ten years as a hostage in Great Yan, presenting a cold and distant face to the world. No one knew she practiced witchcraft.

She read scriptures before the Buddha. At night, she entered her dreams: the woman who bit her when she went mad, then knelt and begged her not to leave once she came to her senses.

“Did you come to kill me, or to save me?”

A Zhi lowered her eyes, her fingertips brushing the beauty mark at the corner of the woman's eye.

“Neither. I came to put a curse on you. From now on, when you hurt, I hurt too. If you die... I'll go with you.”

A possessive princess × a cool, oblivious witchcraft saint. When the blood moon appears again and the truth of that year comes to light, will the saint surrender...?