On the day of her death, she unexpectedly turned into a shadow at the feet of her powerful enemy.
During the day, the violent chief minister issued an order to the whole city, swearing that she, a fugitive, would be cramped and skinned. But at night, he gently caressed the afterimage without facial features, begging her not to leave with red eyes.
The most cruel punishment at the beginning was that he gave all his life's tenderness to the person he wanted to kill the most.
Until the tracking incense burned and he smelled the familiar cold fragrance on her wrist, everything was completely out of control...
