It's Not Mine! Manhua

Title: The Enchanted Promise In the heart of an ancient forest, where whispers of forgotten magics lingered in the air, resided a solitary woodcutter named Ewan. His days were spent in quiet solitude, the sound of his axe ringing through the trees like a melancholic song. One fateful morning, as the sun painted the sky in hues of amber, Ewan ventured deeper into the woods, unaware of the extraordinary encounter awaiting him. Lost in thought, Ewan found himself at the edge of a tranquil stream, its waters shimmering like liquid moonlight. Entranced, he knelt by the water's edge, his hands trailing in the cool embrace. But misfortune struck as a sudden movement caused his belongings to slip from his grasp, disappearing into the swift currents below. Watching his possessions drift away, a sense of loss washed over Ewan, weighing heavily on his weary heart. Yet hope flickered anew as a mysterious mist enveloped the clearing, coalescing into a figure of ethereal beauty. A forest spirit stood before him, their eyes sparkling with an otherworldly gleam. "I can help you reclaim what was lost," the spirit's voice, soft as a whisper, stirred something within Ewan. "But all boons come with a price, dear woodcutter." Intrigued yet wary, Ewan listened as the spirit unveiled their daring proposition, a tempting offer laced with danger and desire. Driven by a mixture of curiosity and longing, Ewan found himself nodding in agreement, stepping into a realm where reality intertwined with enchantment. Thus began a journey into the unknown, where secrets were unveiled and passions ignited amidst the ancient trees. Bound by a promise forged in twilight and magic, Ewan discovered hidden depths within himself, his very being entwined with the enigmatic spirit's essence. As they traversed the shadowed paths of the forest, Ewan and the spirit danced on the precipice of forbidden delights, their destinies interwoven in a tapestry of desire and intrigue. And as the moon ascended to its zenith, casting a silvery sheen upon their entwined forms, Ewan realized that some losses were but the heralds of extraordinary beginnings..