Xing Chuan’s life was a tragedy. It was like a cup full of cracks.

After he’d been abandoned by his parents, his beloved family member Elena had been consumed by his grandpa when he was young and immature. Not to mention his relationship with me. ALl I felt for him was hate instead of the love he craved.

Dian Yin led us down the winding corridor. Somehow, the windows by the side had disappeared. Rooms lined the corridor on both sides. He stopped before one and opened the door, asking, “Ghost doctor, is the Prince still here?”

“Yes. Why?” I barged in right after hearing the reply. It was a suite room. A bald man in a long gray robe stood in the middle of...