Your Highness. . . . Your Highness. . .
Your Highness. . . . Your Highness. . .
Countless nights, that figure kept appearing in her dreams.
She didn't know who he was, or who she was.
He just pursued him and missed him.
That winter thirteen years ago,
Buried 285 lives of General Mansion
The blood dyed the moon in the sky red, and also infected his life.
Thirteen years later, he appeared in front of her,
Call her gently "Ye Die..."
It seemed like it was calling out to her soul across millions of reincarnations. .
