Su Wang wandered into a remote Miao village deep in the mountains, where the priest Ling Jin forced him to stay.
One bowl of love poison was all it took: leave, and he would ache; think of Ling Jin, and he would grow weak. Their lives were bound together, their souls joined in death.
He tried to escape again and again, and suffered through the pain each time.
The more he struggled to break free, the more obsessive and deranged Ling Jin became.
Only later did he learn that the poison had never been a one-sided restraint:
When Su Wang hurt, Ling Jin hurt too. When Su Wang was wounded, Ling Jin suffered the same wound.
Ling Jin used his blood as the catalyst and his lifespan as the price, binding their lives together beyond all escape.
From forced entanglement to willing devotion.
From desperate flight to wanting only to stay by each other’s side.
“This time, I’m not running away.”
“Let the love poison bear witness, and the green mountains be my vow. You’re the only one I want.”
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