Shangguan Zeye spent seven years taking Mu Li away from the crowd and bringing her back to his side.
Everyone in their circle says she's lucky, cherished in the palm of the Dark Night Yama's hand.
Only Mu Li knows that every lock in that villa halfway up the mountain is meant to keep her in.
The night she was caught for the twelfth time trying to escape, Shangguan Zeye pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes bloodshot. "Mu Li, do you really think I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you?"
Mu Li lifted her face, even smiling at the corners of her lips. "Then do it."
She won the bet. He didn't dare.
But she lost, too.
Because she saw the man who controlled the entire city turn his face away after she said those words, digging his palm bloody with his nails.
