The Transmigrated Agent and the Fleeing Princess

When she meets him, his coldness turns to warmth. When he meets her, his severity softens into tenderness. A collision already written in the stars, sparking dazzling fireworks. Love is both the cradle of a dying heart and the force that brings it reborn. In the end, time determines how the story ends. “Su Su, I’ve come to take my bride home...” “There’s no bride here, but I could use a servant. Are you in or not?”