The Purple Promise at the Ruined Factory

Lin Shuang woke up in the abandoned toy factory, the wound on her chest throbbing faintly. She had no idea that the purple-haired man with cat ears standing before her had survived alone in this place for half a century. Crimson Night had long lost faith in humans—betrayal and solitude had sharpened him into a blade. But there was no fear in this girl who had stumbled into his world, only a raw honesty he had never seen before. They had both been cast aside, pushed into isolation, and now they sensed it in each other—the scent of kindred spirits. Crimson Night gave Lin Shuang two choices: *win his trust, or die*. No one knew that beneath the cold, ruthless hunter’s exterior lay a soul that, more than anyone, yearned for warmth.