When he was four, a sea of flames consumed one of Qi Min’s faces, and with it his right to be loved.
He lived in torment until he met Yu Qianqian, who had transmigrated into this world, by a frigid pool.
She was a spy for the prince’s household, yet she reached out to save him.
Not out of pity, but to survive.
Thinking he had found the light, he wanted to keep her by his side, locked away from the world.
But she made him see clearly: love meant standing shoulder to shoulder, not living in a cage.
Later, he cast off his disguise and regained his true appearance, intending to marry her as an emperor.
Yet with just one look, she recognized the battered soul beneath it all.
Clear-eyed transmigrator vs. quietly obsessive young master: in this game of survival, we are accomplices together.
