An Xiaoyu sat on the divine throne she had wanted to sit on back in her second year of middle school.
Looking out, she saw a magnificent palace, empty and silent.
It seemed she was all alone.
An Xiaoyu gave a bitter smile. Sitting here had clearly been her dream. So why did she feel so cold now?
So cold that even her heart had frozen.
She wished that person could come back and warm her icy heart.
But that would never happen. Heh, she knew perfectly well that he was already gone. What was the point of hoping?
If I could go back to the past, I would hold you tight.
Believe me, Gan Bai.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
