The Right Way to Kidnap the Male Lead

The longing that wound around her heart was like a vine, twisting and coiling tightly between the two of them. She couldn't say it aloud, yet couldn't bear to let go.

Since reality would not let them be together, they would soar side by side in dreams.

Seven dreams drew them closer, little by little. She could only hope to do everything in her power to capture his heart. Their love, entangled through seven dreams, defied all restraint, and their pain ran red with blood.

She said, "I'll trade seven dreams for your longing in this life," never realizing who was longing for whom.

She plucks the zither and sighs as the moon waxes and wanes. Beyond the door in her dream, her tears have yet to dry. What use is it to say the east wind cannot understand longing, when she paints fireflies until her hair turns white...