She thought he was her preference and salvation in this great palace.
Unexpectedly, in one of his unintentional whispers after drinking, she saw clearly her true position in his heart.
She smiled helplessly, but the person in front of her was no longer the same person as before. So what was the original oath of love? What do you whisper to me when we are in love? It's just a stand-in, yes, I've always been just a stand-in.
Why do some people enjoy glory and wealth all the time when they are alive, but let others live in her shadow when they die?
Why are some people born noble, but I can be born smoothly and have to leave it to fate?
Why is it that the feelings that some people abandon like worn-out shoes are treasures that I can't get even if I beg for mercy? I am not willing to give in. I want to be rich and powerful, and I want to be famous throughout the ages.
I think it's pretty good