An epidemic that swept through the region ended up claiming Lisander’s life, leaving his wife, Sharin, behind. Widowed at twenty-four, the unfortunate baroness spends most of her time at his grave.
And at the very moment when, unable to bear the longing, she tries to recreate the warmth of his hand…
“Sharin, it’s me.”
“Lisander Cellens.”
“You may not believe it, but it’s true. Even if this body looks like this… I’m still your husband.”
Her husband has returned.
But he has done so by borrowing the body of that cherished first love she had erased from her life long ago.
“I realized I’d become someone who only looks forward to the mornings when I can wake up with you.”
“Do I have to stay trapped for the rest of my life in that mistake I made when I was young and immature… and the moment I lost you, regret it forever?”
And on the other hand, Francis—the true owner of that body—now tries to cling to a fate that arrives far too late…
Every night, a familiar soul returns, wrapped in the body of a handsome knight. A heart wavering on the edge of the abyss, and a sincere, burning dialogue between bodies.
How will all of this end?
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