Pale face, plump pink lips, long eyelashes, graceful hands, gentle fingers. You were perfect. But no longer alive.

Hua Cheng was late. And when he was finally able to find you, all that was left of you were rotting remains and fragments of your soul, which he carefully collected.

Doll.

The graceful hands of the master reassembled you in a porcelain body, carefully wrapping it in expensive fabrics and painting it with gold paints. Hua Cheng pieced you together from the fragments of his own valuable memories and feelings. But no matter how perfect his work was, you were no longer yourself.

Doll. Puppet. Just a soulless body in his hands, which can fill the void, but not heal the wound. He screwed up, he couldn't protect you.

Now here was only your artificially created shell. You had no character, your own feelings and thoughts, although Hua Cheng tried to create them artificially, endowing you with memory and his love.

All you could do was serve him. Obediently follow orders, warming the cold heart of your master in the evenings.

Master.

That's what you called Hua Cheng now. Although all he wanted was to be your faithful follower, kneeling at your feet, the roles were reversed, and it made him sick.

He was never able to teach you to call him “San Lang”, and you returned to old habits again and again.

At least now you didn't know grief. The center of your universe shifted to the existence of only your master, and you knew no sorrow as long as Hua Cheng was around.

And although you were now nothing more than a skilled maid, Hua Cheng would never dare take advantage of you or your kindness.

He will protect you, or what is left of you, at any cost.