The first hour when Wolf King Lucian rejected me, I vomited my first mouthful of blood.
On the wedding day, he held my sister's hand and told everyone in public that she was pregnant and the child was his.
Then, he personally severed our seven-year partnership contract.
Everyone was waiting for me to cry, waiting for me to beg him to come back.
But I only said one word: "Okay."
Because no one knows that when Lucian was dying five years ago, I gave him half of the wolf heart.
Now that the life contract has been severed by his own hands, I only have seven days left to live.
When he finally knew that I was the one who really saved him and knelt down to beg me to accept him again, I only asked one sentence:
"Lucian, will you give me my heart back?"
