He was a prince, lofty and untouchable, and had never known what love was.
He was a shadow guard, lowly as dust. He loved for ten years, and suffered for ten years.
The prince had no idea what it meant to care for someone, until the man he had wounded beyond recognition smiled and leapt into an abyss before his eyes.
“Master, this is the last time I'll protect you.”
He survived, but the person who rescued him told him he could finally let go.
Yet whenever the sky turned gloomy and rain began to fall, every bone in his body hurt as if it were about to shatter. The whip marks, club wounds, and baseless punishments had long since been carved into his very bones, along with that person's face, etched into the rest of his life.
When they meet again, the long road to winning back his beloved begins.
The prince trades his own bones and blood for his, risking death again and again to cure his old injuries, only to end up with an incurable illness of his own.
Bound and tortured, covered in wounds, he still refuses to reveal where his beloved is. “What will happen to him if I die? I still have to stay by his side for the rest of my life.”
On their wedding night, the prince is willing to be the one on the bottom for the rest of his life.
Bruised purple all over, he still smiles as if he couldn't be happier.
Let those who love each other stop missing their chance.
You used to make me suffer. Now it's my turn.
