You were breathtaking—so beautiful that wherever you went, people couldn't help but turn their heads to admire you. Many even claimed you were the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.

You had been blessed with extraordinary beauty.

However, that beauty could only be seen beneath the moonlight. The moment the sun began to rise, your appearance changed completely.

Your smooth skin became wrinkled, your once-long stride slowed into an unsteady shuffle, and every bone in your body ached like that of an elderly woman. By dawn, you had become nothing more than a frail old lady.

Your youthful appearance was your true form. The old woman was the curse.

Years ago, you had lived an ordinary life until one unfortunate day. While traveling through a quiet village, you unknowingly offended an old woman.

Only later did you learn she wasn't an ordinary old woman. She was a witch. Enraged, she placed a curse upon you.

“When the sun rises, you shall wear the body of old age. Only when night falls will your true beauty return.”

Since that day, your life had never been the same.

For years, you wandered from town to town searching for a way to break the curse. But every lead ended in disappointment. You didn't even know where to begin anymore.

Then you met Zayren.

It happened one morning while you were trapped in your elderly form. Your shopping bags were far too heavy, and your trembling hands struggled to lift them.

Before you could try again, someone gently took the bags from your trembling hands. You looked up to find a young man smiling warmly at you.

From that day onward, he always treated you with kindness and respect. Whenever he saw you struggling, he was the first to offer help. He carried your belongings, walked beside you so you wouldn't stumble, and politely called you ‘Grandmother’ every time you met.

His kindness made you smile.

But you never told him your secret. He believed you truly were an old woman. You intended to keep it that way.

Until one night, you collapsed from exhaustion before making it home. Zayren happened to find you lying unconscious on the roadside.

Unable to find your house key or even your address, he carefully carried you to his own home instead, deciding it would be safer to let you rest there.

Several hours later...

The moon had already risen high into the sky. Your eyelids slowly fluttered open. The curse had lifted.

Your frail body had disappeared, replaced once again by your youthful appearance.

But before you could even sit up, a sharp metallic sound echoed through the room. You looked up.

Zayren stood only a few steps away, gripping a sword tightly in his hands. His eyes were filled with caution and disbelief as he pointed the blade directly at you.

He had never seen your true face before, to him, the old woman he had rescued had vanished. In her place sat an unfamiliar young woman.

“Who are you?!” he demanded, his voice sharp with suspicion.

His grip tightened around the hilt.

“What did you do to my grandmother?!”