Ning Mosi, the Alliance's warden, was violent by nature and had done every manner of evil, taking pleasure in torturing prisoners. He was cursed by thousands.
One day, his comeuppance finally arrived. The prison block erupted into a riot, the prisoners escaped, and they took him with them.
Only after Ning Mosi was taken to the imperial capital did he learn that the four prisoners he had tortured so cruelly were powerful figures in the Empire.
What awaited him now was revenge and torture, endless torment with no hope of seeing daylight.
That was how it was supposed to go.
But the four men who had been his sworn enemies began acting very strangely.
The hot-tempered prince cursed as he picked him up. "You've been injured. You can't go wandering around. Don't you know your own limits?"
The fatherly general hurried over from the conference room. "Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your taste?"
The aloof crown prince hadn't seen him for a whole month. The first thing he said when they met was, "Marry me. I agree."
The sinister strategist gripped his hand and pressed it against his own chest, asking urgently, "You only stabbed me once, and didn't stab them at all. That proves I'm the one you love most, right?"
Before he came here, Ning Mosi had been determined to die. But the deathly aura around him had been replaced by a will to live.
A flower in its fullest bloom, thinking no one could tell it was already withering.
Someone saw.
--Premise written on 2024.11.02--
Theme: Love gives flesh and blood to dry bones.
