Report, President Mo: The Emperor Has Run Away from Home Again!

Ten years between life and death, and two promises to keep: first, to envy neither mandarin ducks nor immortals; second, to hold your hand and grow old with you...

Sadly, Ji Tianyi never fulfilled either promise in that life.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a little lunatic in a psychiatric hospital, while the other man was the high-and-mighty president of VN.

“Master, are you leaving Xiao Tian behind again?” His voice trembled, tears of despair welling in his clear eyes. Even as his fingers turned white from gripping the man’s clothes, he still refused to let go.

He had sworn that in his next life, he would still be his little shadow.

Yan Wen’s deep, dark eyes shimmered. He reached out and gently stroked Ji Tianyi’s fluffy head. “No. Master just wants to take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“To register our marriage.” The man’s lips curled into a smile as he took Ji Tianyi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Once it’s official, you’ll be mine.”

Official?

Ji Tianyi looked troubled, his voice thick with tears. “But my imperial seal is missing...”

“...”