[Possessive pursuit + male lead in emotional torment + restrained devotion + misunderstandings and a long road to reconciliation + everyone regrets it + a heartbreaking ending]
He is a treacherous minister with power over the court, reviled by everyone.
He imprisoned me, cherished me, protected me, and destroyed me.
I hated him and resented him, yet I fell in love with him too.
I begged him to turn back, to stop, but he never listened.
Everyone said he was a traitor who deserved to die.
I was the only one who could get close to him.
I was also the only one who could kill him.
The world demanded that I kill him, so I tearfully prepared his final meal.
With my own hands, I served him a bowl of poisoned soup.
He tasted the poison but did not expose me.
His eyes red, he cursed me until his words left me covered in wounds.
In the end, he died quietly in my arms.
After he died, I thought I was finally free.
But only when the truth was revealed, layer by layer,
did I feel as if I had been struck by lightning, my heart breaking with grief
The man I had poisoned with my own hands
was the person who loved me most in all the world.
