Su Jing woke from a nap to find herself fallen from the flourishing Emerald City into the bitterly cold Hanhuang Lodge. Not only had she become the wanted fiend known as Red Lotus, she had also inherited a dead city and four sleeping high-grade puppets. To stay alive, she had no choice but to put on a silver mask and nervously play the legendary, vicious Puppet Master.
She thought she was just a stand-in who could be exposed at any moment. If she played her part well and kept the puppets happy, then someday she could go home.
Until one day, she found the farewell letter her younger brother had left behind.
"Sister, forgive me for leaving you alone to face this cold world. You protected me all my life. This time, let me protect you. I'm content. When you wake from this two-year dream, the choice will be yours: become a god who looks down on everything, or return to being a happy mortal. Take my soul with you and live freely."
The seal shattered, and her memories returned. Looking at the Jade Gentleman kneeling before her, eyes full of devotion, Su Jing could only laugh at the absurdity of fate.
This puppet, whom she had once abandoned, had unknowingly fallen hopelessly in love with "Su Jing." He believed he had betrayed his former master, not knowing he had never escaped her shadow.
That night, the Jade Gentleman stared at his master's revealed face for a long time, then suddenly laughed softly. He gently removed her mask, his cold fingertips caressing the corner of her lips. In his eyes lay two years of suppressed madness and relief.
"So it was you... After all that, you still ended up in my hands. This time, even if we have to go to hell, you won't be able to abandon us again."
[Reading Guide]
A top-tier puppet who seems gentle but is actually a lunatic x a heroine who thinks she's a stand-in but is really an overpowered expert
A serious Western fantasy with a touch of steampunk. Two systems: Soul Flowers (puppets) vs. Soul Leaves (machines).
One-on-one romance. The male lead is truly nonhuman, with an extremely possessive nature. That's simply how he was made.
Theme: Even when fate treats us like puppets, we must still strive to become masters of our own destiny.
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