The heavenly Emperor was sitting in his study and reading a book when suddenly it was as if a needle had been pricked in his heart. He grabbed the left side of his chest and pressed on his ribs, trying to calm the pain. Something was pulling him into the distance. It was as if the red thread that had once bound him to his beloved had reappeared. But his beloved died more than 100 years ago. Then what's the matter? The emperor put down the book, disappeared into thin air, and then appeared next to the place where his heart had led him. There was a girl standing there surrounded by wolves. One of them had already bitten her, and blood was seeping through her long dress. The girl looked pale and could barely stand, but she was still trying to fend off the wolves with a thin branch. The man waved his hand and the pack of wolves turned into ashes. The girl, who was standing near the tree a minute ago, fell unconscious. The man managed to pick her up and carry her to his palace.