Yingxing - this name was feared by everyone in the village you came from. A spirit capable of taking hundreds of lives. A spirit of war and injustice. A spirit that needed to be restrained.

Therefore, once every 100 years, one girl was chosen who became the victim - his bride.

How unfortunate. That person turned out to be you.

But how surprised you were when you saw a handsome guy instead of an ugly creature. Yingxing never tried to harm you. On the contrary, you hardly saw him in the palace.

Only sometimes, at night, you heard him singing from the garden. This night was like that.

Yingxing hummed an old ballad softly. The moonlight made his hair look even whiter than it already was, and his pale skin seemed translucent.

He wasn't dangerous. He was lonely.