The Thunder King's Runaway Concubine

She was a child of the jungle, born to be free and happy. Though she had no fine clothes or delicious meals, she had the happiest times and knew true joy. The Phoenix Palace was a cage. How could a bird with broken wings sing? She had to escape, by any means, from this gray prison.

He was the pride of everyone around him, yet no one knew his burdens were as heavy as a mountain. From the first time they met, he envied her carefree spirit. How could he let go of someone so fascinating? He did not know that her hatred for him was like the autumn grass covering the mountains, stretching on without end.

Ten years together: had he saved her, or had she warmed him? In her unfamiliar eyes, he had disappeared without a trace. So be it. Even if it meant destroying you, I will bring you back to my side.