Posthumous Edict: to My Surviving Subjects

The last message she sent me was not a farewell, but a testament. Live and love me like you do today Then Nan Youxi swallowed all the love. From that moment on, I, Nam Chun-hee, breathed into betrayal and happiness into blasphemy. I swallowed all her powder, letting the bitter taste take root in my tongue. This is not a love story, this is a [gentle curse], a man sentenced to life imprisonment by a word of love.